I was repulsed and yet filled with desire at their affluence, their monumental abundance of wealth, and everything it could afford them, which, of course, was everything. Envy and adoration vied for dominance in my mind, leaving a wasteland of confusion.
“Good evening, Ginevra.”
He had snuck up on me, again. What a knack he had for it.
I dipped my head. “Good evening, Mr. B—”
Herbert held up a pointed finger and grinned.
I lowered my face and the grin on it. “Good evening, Herbert.”
“Much better,” Herbert cheered softly. He stood with his side toward the pantry door, the rest of him remained out in the party.
There we stood.
“Congratulations.” The word burst from me without any help. One dark brow slanted crookedly upon his smooth face. “On first dance.” I damned my continued failu
