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The blush that came to her face when he kissed her cheek and complimented her glowed warmly over her face. She had scrimped and saved every penny for a proper evening dress, and she was glad he approved.
Taking his arm, Anne couldn’t help the tremor that ran through her. The last time they had ascended these stairs had been disastrous. This was no place for her kind, especially on the arm of someone like Philip Carlyle.









