Three pairs of eyes watched with rapt attention when the Duke of Copperport lifted a piece of cake into his lips. The intensity of their scrutiny threatened to choke the elderly nobleman on the delicate dessert. Yet, they desperately wished to interpret his muffled groan as a sign of pure delight rather than the overwhelming pressure radiating from their unwavering stares.
"This cake is unexpectedly very delicious," the Duke praised after a while.
Grace was so relieved that she might just faint on the spot. Maggie beamed with a radiant smile. "I knew that someone of excellent taste like you would appreciate it, Duke."
"Certainly, certainly."
The Duke of Copperport turned to Grace.
"May I have another, little lady?"
Grace nodded with such fervor that her little head might just fall off her neck.
