"Taller?" Lady Millie muttered in shock, her imagination filling in the details of this mysterious partner. She tried to piece together who this person could be, her thoughts spiraling.
Before she could dwell on it any further, Maverick gently interrupted her thoughts. "Lady Millie," he said softly, "we've finished the dance."
Snapped out of her daydream, Lady Millie blinked and looked up at him, suddenly realizing the music had stopped. She gave a quick, slightly flustered curtsey. "Thank you for the dance," she said quietly before retreating back to her seat, her mind still swirling with thoughts of Maverick's mysterious partner.
As she sat down, absentmindedly smoothing her dress, Lady Millie couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and disappointment.
Whoever this partner was, they had clearly left a deep impression on Maverick. And now, Lady Millie found herself wondering who could possibly be the one to stand by his side?
