Night Rendezvous

BRIELLE’S POV

"You must be tired already." As they sat in their reserved seats, Lord Darius murmured in Brielle’s ear and kissed the base of her neck.

The evening had flown by softly and gracefully, and tonight had been one of the most enjoyable she had ever spent.

She didn't want the night to end because it had been so much fun. She was probably afraid that she would never have another encounter like this again, but regardless of that thought, Brielle couldn’t deny that she was on cloud nine.

From Lord Darius's declaration and threat to the slow waltz they'd been doing all night and the jealous looks from the women in the hall, she’d won tonight fair and square.

As all these thoughts filled her mind, and she traced every one of them, Brielle remembered the moment she'd crossed eyes with none other than Madeline from across the hall, and a shudder shot through her body. Madeline had been leaving the hall, but this was not what held Brielle’s attention.

It was the way Madeline's lips