The candles sputtered and she rose to tend to them. Gently, she tilted each pillar candle and the liquid wax flowed away from the wick. The flames brightened and flickered. Their light caught in the prisms of her gold necklace and jeweled mask. Frustrated, he tapped his thighs. “Is that mask comfortable?” he blurted out like a curious schoolboy.
She turned from her task to peer at him from behind the mask. Her lips twitched as if she were struggling to keep her face straight. She lost the battle. Her laughter settled into a stunning smile that created deep dimples in her cheeks. “The mask is very comfortable.”
He decided to be direct. “I wish you would remove it,” he said. “I would like to see your face.”
“I told you it is a plain face.”
“I don’t think there is anything plain about you, Lady Silver.”
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