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The Life and Death of Elizabeth Masen
And, he seemed just as smitten with her.
Neither of them noticed that the music had stopped and the musicians were getting ready for their next set as they continued to waltz under the full moon. They seemed content to just move together between the perfectly manicured shrubs and flowers.
What finally broke their trance like state with each other was her mother calling for her from the balcony. Though she knew her mother couldn’t see her where she was standing with Edward, she felt she should go to her before her mother came down and found them together. If that happened there would be hell to pay.
She whispered and smiled, “I have to go.”
He nodded and hesitated a moment before he leaned in and kissed her cheek and then it was his turn to blush. Smiling she started to scurry off, but after a few steps she turned around and looked over shoulder and both their voices filled the air at the exact same time as they said almost the exact same thing,
“Will you call on me tomorrow…?” “Can I call on you tomorrow?”
He laughed and ran a hand through his tousled hair and just said. “Tomorrow.”
She couldn’t help but smile brightly at him one more time before she ran off. There was so much promise in that one little word.
Blushing a bit at his words, she glanced back towards the Cooper’s mansion and listened to the music drifting out before she turned back to him, but before she could say anything he stepped forward as if to shake her hand, instead as his warm fingers closed over hers, he lifted her gloved encased hand to her lips and kissed the back of her hand before he straightened up and winked.
“So, get bored with the crowd?”
“No, just not…interested.”
“Oh?”
“They’re all…the same.”
“I’m sure your male admirers would be [i]very[/i] disappointed to hear that.”
“So, more interested in him then?”
“Why haven’t I seen you at any functions before, Mr. Masen?”
Boston.”
Her green eyes finally drifted back to him and she tilted her head, “Harvard?”
He nodded and shrugged again. She felt slightly impressed by the fact that he hadn’t led off with that. Most of the young men she knew would have shown off the fact that they had attended such a prestigious institution, but he was blowing it off as if it didn’t matter.


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