Eliza Winthrop (

Looking down at the paper between them, Eliza’s cheeks seemed to grow three shades darker. As he said, it was a good thing that the pair of them were courting one another, but still, holding hands and dancing together was one thing, kissing was another altogether.

A finger trailing along the top of his hand, she smiled sheepishly at him. “Perhaps we could take a seat together somewhere? I am quite sure neither of us imagined our first kiss standing up in a maze with an arm full of baskets” she suggested, taking a few steps away from him and gesturing for him to join her on a park bench nearby.

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