![]() ![]() ![]() He had realistically known she would be in attendance at tonight’s Midsummer ball and thought he had been prepared. ![]() Her dark hair was piled high on top of her head with flowers woven between the strands, and though her body was plump, she was sweetly curved. Her alabaster skin was a vivid contrast against the high waisted sapphire colored gown she wore. The sight of her filled him with an unwelcomed rush of pleasure. Some like his mother would say the young lady was too plump, her hair too dark, and her skin too pale, but to Alasdair, she was a rare ruby in the midst of glittering diamonds. Lady Willow Rosalind Arlington, daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Milton, was exceptionally beautiful, though not in the way society would deem fashionable. The fickle beauty stood perfectly motionless, her head tilted left, the graceful and delicate arch of her neck on tantalizing display, a sensual smile on her lips. Nothing else made sense for how she commanded his attention. Sweet merciful heaven,” Alasdair Hugh Morley, the Marquess of Westcliffe muttered hoarsely. ![]()
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