![]() Not that he would be here to see it anyway, and if he was, he wouldn’t look at me. I already had several I’d only worn once, and at nineteen, I could definitely pick out my own clothes. I exhaled an aggravated sigh and powered down the dimly lit hallway, grumbling under my breath, “Thank you, Edward.” ![]() “Your dress is on your bed!” he called after me as I walked around the corner. ![]() Yeah, I highly doubted Delia Crist, my mother’s best friend and the matriarch of Thunder Bay, our small East Coast community, was spending her precious time looking for me herself. I turned and continued up the stairs, hearing the soft music coming from the party out on the terrace. “You can get back to your important duties now.” I broke out in a smile and leaned over the bannister, planting a quick kiss on his forehead. “Has she really?” I eyed him with mock astonishment. I shot up my eyebrows and immediately stopped, turning around to peer at him over the railing. ![]() Crist has been looking for you,” he pointed out. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied the butler rounding the corner, but I didn’t stop. Pushing up the sleeves of my lightweight sweater, I hurried through the front door of the Crist house and speed-walked across the foyer, heading straight for the stairs. ![]() There’d be no reason for him to show up at his brother’s farewell party, since they couldn’t stand each other, so… ![]()
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