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petite dimple on the right side of her mouth. He found himself leaning towards her.
    Shakily, she jerked away and after a long silence, she said, “I suppose you are right.”
    “I am?” he asked, then corrected. “Of course I am.”
    “Yes.” A genuine smile revealed that fetching dimple, and Ambrose suddenly felt it turn hot outside. Was he sweating? He needed a drink. Cordelia turned her gaze from him again and he thought she was finished speaking. After another prolonged pause, she began again, “I should like to have a friend. I know very little of polite society, nor do I know how to dance well. Honestly, I would rather blend in to the wall than be seen by anyone.” She leaned dreamily against the same large tree. “If they see me, truly see me, they will judge me. I would rather spare myself that pain.”
    Usually when women spoke of such personal feelings, Ambrose felt the sudden urge to get foxed or run in the opposite direction, yet now his body shook. Again, the undeniable urge to protect her washed through him. It took hold of him with such force he felt he would snap.
    Gathering himself before he made a complete fool of himself he finally answered, “That, my dear, Cordelia is not what I would call living. I will admit to some truth in it. Yes, you will indeed be judged. You will be watched, and yes, it is terrifying.” Her face fell. Unable to stop himself he tenderly stroked her hand. “But I am a firm believer in living life to its fullest. Hiding your beauty underneath wretched garments, protecting your heart standing by plants, and allowing others to pass judgment on you without knowing you is unjust. It is not right. You have my word. You will thank me at the end of the Season, for our friendship will be that of legends.”
    She still seemed unsure, so he pushed further. “Do you want to be alone the rest of your life? Living out your days as a spinster or a governess to some bratty children? Or do you want more?”
    “More,” she squeaked, still flushed and unable to meet his gaze.
    “Do you trust me?” he asked.
    “No.” She giggled, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, but I do not.”
    “Well, you are a very intelligent girl.” He laughed along with her. “Will you let me help you?”
    He waited, and in his mind it felt like days. She was so still and quiet. Then, ever so slowly, she nodded.
    “Then take my hand,” he instructed.
    She did so without pause. He held her dainty hand as they walked across Hyde Park until they reached his waiting curricle. A more eerie experience he’d never had. For it seemed that the whole of Hyde Park had frozen in place to watch him hold hands with the wallflower in public.
    The horses moved them down the street. He noticed a new look of admiration in some of the young men’s eyes. One thing was for certain, the girl would have more gentlemen callers than she would know what to do with. He suddenly grimaced when he thought about her dress from the night before. If they were to go to Almack’s, she needed something other than that horrid, putrid color she had worn the night before.
    “Cordelia?”
    “Yes?”
    “How do you feel about the color blue?”

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
    The Waltz
     
    “Can you believe our good fortune?” Lady Trowbridge crooned to her husband as she took his proffered hand and stepped down from the carriage, her eyes wide and scoured the building before her. “Vouchers for Almack’s! I’m overcome with emotion. Truly!”
    Cordelia stepped down behind her aunt. Dread enveloped her as she scrutinized the well-known social club. She swallowed the lump in her throat. The building itself was unimpressive—nothing like she had imagined it would be based on its reputation among the ton. But it wasn’t the building that mattered. It was the prestige of acquiring a voucher.
    Her aunt and uncle had never applied for them before; they were too worried they would be turned down and so seal their fate to be doomed to a