Jacques couldn’t shake the image of Effie from his mind. Even without a trace of makeup, she radiated a natural beauty that drew every eye in the room—impossible to look away.
“I need to find out who she is,” he said, almost to himself.
“How old is she?” Maxwell asked, glancing over.
“Around twenty,” Jacques replied.
He’d spent years abroad, where women tended to look more mature. Back home again, he found it hard to judge the age of local girls—they all seemed so young and fresh-faced that pinning down a number felt almost impossible.
“Early twenties, I guess...”
Maxwell thought for a moment. “Well, the Etheridge family only has one young woman who matches that age range. Still, I can’t say for sure if she’s the one you met...”
Jacques shot Maxwell a look of exasperation. “Could you be any more roundabout? Is it her or not? Who is she?”
Maxwell shrugged. “If I had to guess, I’d say she’s the youngest daughter in the Etheridge family—Fidelia.”
“Fidelia…” Jacques tasted the name. “Free as a swallow, it suits her perfectly.”
Maxwell, hands on the wheel, waved a hand in front of Jacques’ face. “Hey, snap out of it! A grown man like you, you’ve seen plenty of beautiful women. Didn’t think you’d turn into a lovesick fool over one.”
Jacques shot back, “You don’t get it. I swear, she’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
Maxwell hesitated. “Seriously? Are you sure? Fidelia is pretty, sure, but she’s still so young—awkward even. I wouldn’t call her breathtaking.”
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