It's easy for you. Like Karl's. Madeleine removed her shoes and flexed her silk-stockinged feet. They watched my reactions with the sort of pleasure people take in seeing the first stumbling steps of a foal.
One awkward encounter, and the barrier of professional distance she had cultivated was ripped away like rotten silk. And—sorry and all that. They were walking into the drawing room as they spoke, a dimly-lit room that was all brown and crimson and ivory, the air busy with the ticking of clocks. Madeleine glanced at Charlotte, knowing she would be horrified, watching for her reaction.
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