“You especially,” she teased lightly, still smiling at him. He was particularly young, though no longer as sheltered or as predictable as most men his age were. No, Judah was rather more of a puzzle. (But a pretty one, of course. He certainly might model, if he liked.)

“World famous, I do like the ring of that,” Ester added, tucking a stockingless leg underneath her more comfortably. She cared less about important people in themselves, although she had no objection to them having heard of her. (She suspected many an “important” gentleman in society had seen her face before. They were also generally predictable, as people went.) “What else do you dream of, Judah?” He had always struck her as a free spirit, an adventurous soul.

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