Georgia's POV"Georgia, darling."The voice came from my left, and I turned with the trained reflexes of a woman who had learned to assemble her public face in under a second. Margaret Ashford, a board member of something philanthropic, in a gold dress that had cost significantly more than it looked. Her eyes moved between me and Carlisle with the rapid assessment of a woman who had been trained in the same social intelligence apparatus as everyone else in this room, who understood that two people standing apart from a party at a window had a specific geometry to them."Margaret," I said warmly. "You look wonderful.""Don't I always," she said, accepting this as fact rather than compliment, and turned her attention to Carlisle with the particular orientation of a woman who had identified something interesting. "Lord Brocandale. I didn't know you and Georgia were acquainted.""We met recently," Carlisle said, with the smooth social ease of a man entirely comfortable in these situations
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