#13. On a Night Like This, When the Stars Twinkle (16)

“If it wouldn’t be any trouble, would you care to take a short walk?”

That voice pressed gently against her heart.

Eleonore stared blankly for a long while at the man who had appeared behind her.

The man looked different from usual.

He was usually rather carefree.

To put it bluntly, he usually threw on whatever he found without a care. But today, he looked as though he had paid close attention to his appearance from head to toe.

More so than at the debutante ball where she had first met him.

Even more than on that chilly spring day on the terrace, when they had enjoyed tea and talked alone.

The black tailored jacket he wore was in a different league from the shabby leather jacket he always wore.

In the black jacket, fitted perfectly to his sturdy frame, Eleonore could once again see just how broad his shoulders were, how broad his chest was...