Lysandra held her gaze for a long moment. “Benedict is a good man.” She couldn’t smile. It was too painful. “Indeed he is.”
“Isn’t there any way to be with him?” Lysandra pressed. Vivien swallowed. She wasn’t even going to deny that was her heart’s desire. “No. Not with my reputation.”
“But Lysandra and I each came from similar backgrounds and our husbands—” Mariah began.
Vivien lifted a hand to stop her. “You did not come from anything like my background. Lysandra never had a lover beyond her husband and you married a rake with a terrible reputation who could be expected to do something so shocking. Neither of you were ever the most notorious woman in the city.
He shook his head. “Most men have never attempted to look past your exterior show, let alone actually seen past it. And to their detriment, for to know you, even as little as you allow me, is a gift. You are intelligent, focused and as strong as any man I’ve ever known. Those things did not happen from some magical wave of a wand. They must have been built from a foundation of some kind.” She stared at him, surprised that her eyes filled briefly with tears. He loved her, truly loved her. With the kind of depth of feeling she had scoffed at in books or pretended only existed for others as she watched her best friends find love and true happiness with their husbands. It made the fact they could not truly be together all the more unfair.
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