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The scrap of gauze did little to conceal her identity, which put them on equal footing as he’d long since laid his stuffy mask aside on one of the banquet tables. But it wasn’t her eyes – the hazy, dreamy green of a forest veiled in night – but her lips…

He knew he was breaching all manner of decorum – she was the princess – but the music and the heat of the room and the maniac idea of just leaning forward clamoured through his champagne-clouded mind.

A mere glance upward and he might have caught his fascination mirrored.