His wishes were granted when he saw Rian moving toward him; her white-blond hair nearly shining silver in the moonlight.
“May I have your permission to accompany you tonight?” he asked. Her hand slipped into his, her ice-blue eyes alight with mirth.
“You know you need never ask me that,” she replied.
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