What has this man been doing to you? Corrine hissed, her eyes narrowing on Bastien.
Turner and Lord Westholme walked to the center of the room and returned a few seconds later with crisp white envelopes."Let's open ours outside," Olivia said to Lord Westholme, flashing a mischievous smile at Turner and Miranda. "I wouldn't want anyone to overhear us while we discuss our strategy."
The other competitors apparently had the same idea, because a moment later, Turner and Miranda found themselves very much alone.He took a deep breath and planted his hands on his hips."I didn't ask to switch," Miranda said quickly. "Olivia wanted me to."
"I didn't!" she protested. "Livvy is interested in Lord Westholme, and she thinks you think she's a brat.""She is a brat."
Miranda was not particularly inclined to disagree at that moment, but she nonetheless said, "She could hardly have known what she was doing when she paired us together."
"You could have refused the switch," he said pointedly."We have Leticia to thank for that," Miranda murmured softly, touching his cheek.
He stirred, mumbling something in his sleep."Not yet, my love," she whispered, feeling brave enough to use endearments when she knew he could not hear her. "I like to watch you sleep."
Turner slept, and she listened to him breathe.Eventually he stirred, his body stretching its way awake before his eyelids lifted. And then there he was, watching her with sleepy eyes, smiling.