Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele
Her ink-black hair is straight without a single wave.
"You must be Cordelia," the woman tries again, holding out her hand. "Jennifer Madison."
Ah, this must be Tilly's mother.
"Jenny," a deep voice, smooth as melted chocolate, calls from the other room. "Who's the company?"
Jenny steps aside, waving us in. "Let's not stand out in the cold," she shivers. "It might snow."
"Snow?"
"I don't know about that, Ma'am," Wally smiles, pulling off his hat as he enters the room, his blonde hair creased where the brim had rested. "Rain's more like. Maybe a bit of sleet. Too early in the year for snow."
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