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Something Borrowed

Something Borrowed

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Alexandra By FearlessAl17 Updated Feb 17

Caught up in the sins and glamour of high society life, Astoria Blair Wellington became the problem that no one could tame.  She burned all her bridges, and her time for games is over.  Now, Astoria must find a husband by the end of the year.  At the beginning of Fall, with only 3 months remaining, she decided to return to the limelight and engage in high society events once more.  Eager to repair her tattered reputation, Astoria finds unlikely allies, suitors, and creates a few enemies on her way to the altar.
  The only question that rings in her mind at the end of the year is... was it worth the price?
  	The lighting was dull, but I could still see the shadows of his strong jawline, and the broad, muscular build he hid under his suit jacket.  I wished I could see more of him-I wished I could see his face-I was intrigued by him, by the man who couldn't seem to look away.  I blinked a few times before turning my cheek, suddenly conscious of the way his hidden eyes bore into me; I could almost feel the intensity of his gaze burning holes into my skull.
           Maybe he knew who I was; maybe he was one of the people I had crossed, seeking revenge.  It was just the two of us outside now on the once compact Parisian streets.  We were completely alone.  He could kidnap me, he could chastise me for my past, he could do whatever he wanted to me and no one would ever know.  And yet, neither of us moved, too afraid to disrupt the perfect serenity of the moment.
           I opened my mouth to speak, but I could not bring myself to speak.  For the first time, I was scared to know what he was thinking as he regarded me.  I wanted to know the type of woman he saw staring back at him.  I hoped he saw the woman I was pretending to be: the regal, glamorous, refined young lady I'd been bred to become.  But somehow I knew he saw me differently.  The man who could not look away could see everything, and I just hoped, for the both of us, that he saw how sorry I was.

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