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and thanked the boy, checking the card tucked inside. I held it toward the light so I could read it.
    Dear Miss Bridgeton,
    Thank you for the lovely afternoon.
    W.R.
    â€œMiz Bridgeton, was that a customer at nearly closing time? Remember it is the Sabbath, we must close early, and I have much to do.” Madame Tozier’s eyes grew wide when she saw the flowers in my arms. “From a secret admirer?”
    I tucked the card inside my apron.
    â€œOh, these? No, a young boy brought these by…for the owner.”
    â€œWas there a card?”
    â€œNo, Madame. He indicated that the man who sent them wanted to express his thanks.” My mind frantically searched for recent sales. “He mentioned something about a traveling hat for his wife.” It was as good as I could do on short notice.
    She looked puzzled. “No name?” Then her eyes brightened. “Oh, Mr. Smythe!”
    Relieved that my lie was validated, I nodded, encouraging the deception further. A sharp pang in my stomach reminded me of the stress I caused myself.
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    I was glad the shop had closed early. After graciously declining Madame Tozier’s invitation to join her Sabbath celebration, I enjoyed the walk through the park for the chance to clear my head.
    â€œMiss Bridgeton!” A familiar voice called from behind. I turned to find Mr. Rodin hurrying toward me. His face was flushed from running.
    â€œI took the chance that you might be closing the shop early due to the Sabbath.” He smiled and I felt my knees grow weak. I am not sure at what point I had begun to fantasize about Mr. Rodin and myself. Perhaps it was merely the fact that no man had ever paid so much attention to me before. Yet he seemed genuinely interested.
    â€œI wondered if you’d had a chance yet to consider my proposal.”
    I appreciate your patience, Mr. Rodin, and your tenacity.” My fingers tightened around my parasol’s handle.
    â€œMy brother says that I am like a dog with a bone once my mind is made up on a matter.”
    His enchanting grin bolstered my confidence. “I am happy that you have not given up.”
    He stood before me looking quite dapper in his dark trousers and tan jacket. His wavy hair was brushed back behind his ears, accentuating his chiseled jaw. In his eyes, I saw a palatable hunger.
    Although I knew fully that it was not proper for a young woman to accept such a proposal, I had no reason to fear Mr. Rodin. My fear was that his resolve might weaken if I answered no again.
    He pulled a long-stemmed rose from behind his back and handed it to me.
    Charmed, I took it from him, touching the delicate petals tomy mouth as I breathed in its lovely fragrance. Twice, no, three times now, he had given me flowers.
    â€œYou received my flowers?” he asked, tipping his head.
    I hesitated, trying to find the best way to explain what had happened. “I did, thank you. However, I regret to have to tell you that I gave them away. I am not allowed to accept gifts at the store.”
    â€œDuly noted. I could see where a woman of your beauty could cause problems in that area.”
    I averted my eyes. “Please, Mr. Rodin.”
    â€œI mean every word, Miss Bridgeton,” he stated.
    He studied me for a long moment, tapping his hat against his leg and then smiled.
    â€œWell, it remains whether I can persuade you to visit the studio.”
    I could not have told him no had my life depended upon it. “Very well. Though you realize it is inappropriate for me to accept your invitation without a chaperone.” His eyes raked over me and I admit I quite enjoyed it. There was something daring in the line I was about to cross.
    â€œI believe you have a good head on your shoulders, Miss Bridgeton. I give you my oath, I will be a gentleman.”
    I took his proffered arm, hoping he would not be too much of one. I had dreamed for the past few nights of what it would be like to have his mouth on mine. I