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

sheets to the

that, the women linked arms

railing, the

arms, feeling the sea breeze.

the pain so clearly? If she wasn’t drunk, why did her stomach and throat feel

A deep male voice sounded with the footsteps: “Allison, why are you badmouthing me?”

leaning against the railing, looking

fingers through her

Lucian frowned. “Allison!”

at her drunken state: “Tell

believe that these people were

at the tall man in front of

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

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