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

just badmouth people like

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

women linked arms

railing, the only one

her arms, feeling the

didn’t know if she was drunk or not. If she was drunk, why was her brain still functioning? Why could she still feel the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t

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

slowly, leaning against the railing,

through her wind–tousled hair. Watching the tall man walk toward her,

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

looking at her

believe that these people were just trying to slander her.

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

of alcohol. “Are

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