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.”

that supposed

badmouth people

woman must be three sheets to the wind. Let’s get outta here.”

women linked arms

railing, the

her arms, feeling the sea

her brain still functioning? Why could she still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did her stomach and throat feel full of the burning sensation of

I blind?” A deep male voice sounded with the footsteps:

turned slowly, leaning against the railing, looking at

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

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

closer, looking at her drunken state:

people were just trying to

tall man in front

a strong smell of alcohol. “Are you asking if I’ve had an abortion?” She leaned in, looking at Lucian, her

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