lillian-marsden

Westcliff sees an odd sort of logic in why you would finally be the one to win St. Vincent__ heart. He says a girl like you would appeal to_hmm, how did he put it?_I can__ remember the exact words, but it was something like_you would appeal to St. Vincent__ deepest, most secret fantasy._ Evie felt her cheeks flushing while a skirmish of pain and hope took place in the tired confines of her chest. She tried to respond sardonically. __ should think his fantasy is to consort with as many women as possible._ A grin crossed Lillian__ lips. __ear, that is not St. Vincent__ fantasy, it__ his reality. And you__e probably the first sweet, decent girl he__ ever had anything to do with._ __e spent quite a lot of time with you and Daisy in Hampshire,_ Evie countered. That seemed to amuse Lillian further. ____ not at all sweet, dear. And neither is my sister. Don__ say you have been laboring under that misconception all this time?