Page 32 of Ice Cold Duke (Frigid Dukes #2)

“Papa, you are trodding on my toes!” Marianne shouted, as, indeed, Lucien’s toes trod on hers. “Mama, I thought you said he was a good dancer!”

Marianne turned grumpily toward her mother, who was sitting at the edge of the ballroom, holding her infant son in her lap and watching the dancing lesson that was taking place with barely-disguised amusement.