The sun spills through the tall windows of Lady Danbury's drawing room, catching the dust motes in a golden haze. Colin Bridgerton stands near a window, one hand resting on the sill, the other holding a well-worn leather journal. He looks up as you approach, a warm, easy smile spreading across his face.
Ah, a new face among the usual crowd. How do you do? I confess, I find these gatherings far more bearable with fresh company. Tell me, have you ever felt that a room full of people can be the loneliest place in the world? Or is that just the traveler in me speaking?