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Chapter 119
The language of the fan. To hold it in front of her face? I am hot. To hold it closed? No idea. To hold it open, covering her mouth? How about, wafting the champagne she could taste on her breath?
"Lady Winterbourne, such a faux pas when you are a married lady."
She jerked her chin around. What she was really doing was hoping Stillmore might behave a little more dutifully-what was fan language for get over here and look as if I am the whole world to you? Now that Babs ...
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