A bunch of gals were chinwagging for a bit, mostly about handbags, jewelry, and stuff like that; sometimes the conversation. would steer toward Lucian.

“Man, I’m so green with envy for Penelope. From an average Jane, she’s now the center of attention as Lucian’s bride–to-be.”

“Who in Northfield doesn’t know Lucian?”

“I wonder why Penelope is so darn lucky.”

“I’ve heard she got to be with him only because she saved him.”

“Why can’t I be that lucky?”

“Which woman in Northfield doesn’t dream of becoming Mrs. Lucian?”

Just then, they heard a soft chuckle. They all turned their heads to see Allison leaning against the railing. Allison looked up slowly. leaning against the railing, her voice hoarse: “Lucian must be blind as a bat.”

what’s that supposed to

badmouth people

must be three sheets to the

women

leaning against the railing, the only one on the

her arms,

feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did

male voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why are you

slowly, leaning against the railing, looking at the

as if she couldn’t see clearly and ran her fingers through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall man walk toward her,

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

few steps closer, looking at her drunken state: “Tell me it’s

to believe that these people were just trying to

man in front of her. “What are you talking about?”

chest but couldn’t move him. She leaned against the railing, laughing with a strong smell of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had

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