'Miss
Theresa Benson, you are looking very well tonight.'
'Lord...Mason...I'm
sorry...I was lost in thought...thank you for your kind words,' Theresa spoke
awkwardly as she curtsied at the tall chestnut haired man who looked at her
with interest with his vibrant green
eyes.
'Do
you have something troubling your mind,
Miss Benson?!'
'Well
yes...I mean no, I was not thinking of anything in particular,' Theresa lied
nervously, conscious of the watchful eyes of their surrounding audience who
were noting their exchange of words at the party. Theresa just hoped that Lord
Mason would soon grow tired of talking with her and move on to another lady to
speak with as soon as possible, but the way he smiled down at her in his
relaxed standing stance told her that he had little intention of leaving her anytime soon.
'Well
if you did...have anything worrying on your mind that is, I am a good listener, and perhaps I could be of some even
further help to you too. I know it must
be difficult times for you still with the sudden death of your father not so
long ago.'
'Like
I said before Lord Mason I am quite alright,' Theresa tried not to sound too
short with him, but Lord Mason seemed to have a way of making her feel, well
all flustered and confused!