One of the men in the kitchen bumped up against Sophia and smiled as his gaze slipped down the front of her dress. “Pardon.”
“Henri, yes?” The same man had tripped over her before, distracted while examining her figure.
“I-I hope I didn’t offend.”
“Not at all. Perhaps we’ll run into one another again, after my lady goes to bed?”
“Y-yes, t-thank you.” He hurried off and Louise couldn’t help but make a joke at his expense.
“I hope he doesn’t trip over his pants as he does his words.”
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