A PASSION FOR HIM
Chapter One
London, 1780
The man in the white mask was following her.
Amelia Benbridge was uncertain of how long he had
been moving surreptitiously behind her, but he most definitely
was.
She strolled carefully around the perimeter of the Langston
ballroom, her senses attuned to his movements, her head
turning with feigned interest in her surroundings so that she
might study him further.
Every covert glance took her breath away.
In such a crush of people, another woman most likely
would not have noted the avid interest. It was far too easy
to be overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and smells of a
masquerade. The dazzling array of vibrant fabrics and frothy
lace ... the multitude of voices attempting to be heard over
an industrious orchestra ... the mingling scents of various
perfumes and burnt wax from the massive chandeliers ...
But Amelia was not like other women. She had lived the
first sixteen years of her life under guard, her every movement
watched with precision. It was a unique sensation to
be examined so closely. She could not mistake the feeling
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