The idea that anyone would overlook her made him vaguely furious. And when he was in her company, he almost liked who he was, too. Gabe despised the defeated note in her voice. “I know what you mean.” Gabe was still himself beneath the armor, too. A masquerade is supposed to be a chance to put on a different face, isn’t it? An opportunity to be someone else for a few hours. ”You won’t convince your aunt you’re circulating in society if you spend the night hiding in the bushes.” “I would do this for you if I could,” he said. And he damned well couldn’t ask her to dance.Įven in a suit of shining armor, he wasn’t fit to be her hero. He couldn’t introduce her to anyone in this crowd of elites, couldn’t make her feel confident when he had no idea what he was doing. Whatever it was, he wouldn’t be able to do it. Gabe thought of asking what would help, but there seemed little point. “You know, clanking at me isn’t helping.” “How can anyone ask you when you’ve installed yourself in the shrubbery? You’re being a wallflower.” “How can I dance when no one has asked me?” “I don’t want to be wearing a metal codpiece, but here I am. A small orchestra gathered on a shell-shaped dais and began tuning their instruments.
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