Elijah
The moment Agnes had walked down the stairs in the ballroom, I had been captivated. It was like she had been made to captivate all my attention. Even now, sitting in my study in her plainclothes, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
From our very first encounter, my gaze had been drawn to hers. In that room full of women that had put an over-the-top amount of effort into being noticed by me—I was drawn to her, the least conspicuous one.
Agnes.
I had quickly realized she wasn’t on the list because if she had been, I would have noticed.
All I could think about were those steel gray eyes, dark hair, and pouty lips of hers.
My thoughts flashed back to tonight. I had to admit that an inexplicable pull kept my eyes fixated on her. I’d invited her for that first dance, and dancing
