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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