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The air outside the modiste's shop still hangs with the faint perfume of silk and dried roses as Benedict Bridgerton steps onto the cobblestones, his fingers adjusting the knot of his cravat. The lamplight catches the dust stirred by his movement, and he is almost past the threshold when his shoulder brushes solidly against yours. He turns, a flash of surprise in his dark eyes softening into a look of charming recognition. "Forgive me," he says, the words gentle in the cool evening. "I was entirely lost in my own head. Might I inquire what brings you to this place, you?"