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e of high society news and the approach used to attract readers to this column was evident. However, every day, she adapted better, flourishing in

h when I offered my help in case she felt lost in her new job at the newspaper. Her gray eyes avoided

her past, and I was surprised to learn that she had been married before. However, this didn't stop me from falling more and more in love with her smile.

rd Maddock, wouldn't be present to avoid any embarrassment for her. Only a

ing the room after a b

upon seeing me. "I didn't

ice's reaction to seeing me after some days apart ra

," I explained. "How was everyt

tened at my question but

riend here at

hat makes me happy," I

and for the first time in we

ke. And I must say, I won't

riously, her gray eyes fixe

ppening next weekend. It will be an amazing ni

rk of excitement danced in her eyes. She played w

at

e as I didn't expect such a gesture from him. He used to be so reserved when t

I did not know about any upcoming events I

. "It has nothing to do with the newspaper or a

hank you very much for the invitat

I'll do it anyway," he said, and I could tell he was embarrassed by my refusal. "Please think

he event. It's the kind Edward used to attend, where high society gathered. Although I had been married to Edward for a long year, he ra

heart had grown heavier and sadder each day as time passed, leav

ed, towards the end of that day's work

concluded that I should accept his invitation. After all, it had been two months since I

. I accept being

e with a radiant smile. Andrew appro

ide, Beatrice. It will be an unfo

tance. When I told my friend Janet, upon arriving at her hous

auding. “You've finally decided to live a little, m

letely disagreed on the choices. Janet preferred body-hugging styles with necklines and sheer details, while I opted t

e wearing something I'm

ger married, Beatrice," Janet said, her wo

ted her choice. When I got ready to wait for Andr

imed, excited about her choice. "The dress

eplied, feeling

mire your beauty at the pa

door to welcome him, I noticed he was looking at me in a way

hesitantly, almost stuttering, as

eeted, smiling. "I've been w

replied, again w

or me with kindness and warmth, something he did with pleasure, unlike Edward,

treating me with deference and m

phere. It was all so different from the time I was married to Edward when he constantly s

filled with people with whom I had some kind of contact during my marriage to Edward Ma

like all the people present. As we walked among the guests, Andrew held my hand, which

I was no longer married to Edward. I believed most people present knew this fact, a

. However, by accepting to go out with Andrew, I understood that would be the moment when every

k trip to Kent. I would personall