Winning the Wallflower

He had eyes the color of a stormy ocean, and a chiseled face, the kind that fell somewhere between an aristocrat and a pirate.

that’s the point! Ravensthorpe is not my fiancé anymore,” Lucy said, her throat tightening again. “I do think that over time I could have talked him into meeting my eyes—because most of the time he doesn’t, Olivia. He just looks off into the distance as if I were boring him to di

w up in the air, hit the refreshment table, and brought it all smashing down with him.”
“Cake