Book 225: Bridgeton Style

Intro: His eyes had followed her all through the night and he was mesmerized unable to approach her he watched from a distance until he saw her running outside the ballroom

Anthony’s P.O.V.

He rushed after her outside the garden and searched for her. There she was, Sitting on the grass so still she might have been a statue. She was hugging her knees to her chest, gazing up at the night sky with an expression of serenity that would have taken his breath away if he weren’t already so wrecked by fear and fury, and now by relief.

He made his way slowly, she must have been lost in her thoughts, for she did not seem to hear him. At about some steps away, however, he heard her sharply draw in deep breath, and she turned.

“Lord Anthony?

He didn’t say anything, just kept walking toward her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, scrambling to her feet.

“I might ask the same thing of you,” he snapped.

She drew back in surprise at his display of anger. “I couldn’t stay in there and I—”

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