She knew why they were staring. Why most of the ballroom couldn't stop staring at her — some out of disgust, the rest out of desire. Lust, even. It was her nature that captured their attentions, and while she disliked it, part of her relished in the attention. These two, these brothers...well. One of them began making his way over to her, only to stumble, and tumble, to the floor, finding himself at her feet.

She couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Monsieur, are you well?" she inquired politely, though she did not bend forward to offer assistance to him. He could find his own way to his feet, far as she was concerned. Josephine Beauchene could not find a clumsy fool attractive, no indeed. Pierre was somewhere, Josephine wasn't entirely sure where, but he would certainly not approve.

She rather pointedly did not offer him her name.

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