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Isobel had to bite back a smile as she saw Damien wink at her, as showing such unseemly pleasure at his company was simply not done. She stood quietly as Gerard made the introductions and she noticed the other young lady in the group blush prettily when she was introduced to Damien. Isobel felt a flash of possessiveness as she saw her eyeing him up when she thought no one was looking. The strength of the feeling surprised Isobel as she barely knew the man. But she was a;so surprised by the relief she felt when she saw that Damien looked totally uninterested in the other young woman. It surprised her that he wasn't as miss Cecelia Haversham was the toast of the ton. As with Isobel it was her first season and yet unlike Isobel's hers had been incredibly successful. But then she had exactly the looks and figure that was all the rage amongst the elite. Her hair was curled prettily around her face and her skin was pale and creamy with a rosebud mouth and pert nose. Her figure was slim almost to the point of boyish. All in all she looked like a fragile doll allbeit a pretty one. In contrast Isobel was taller and had a more curvacous figure with fuller hips and bosom.

She saw Cecelia's eyes narrow as Damien bowed over Isobel's hand and flattered her yet she did not care. Let the pretty thing envy her for once rather than the other way around. She also felt Lord Rowley's hand tighten on her arm and she winced as his fingers bit into her skin. She tried to hide the wince but thought that Damien may have spotted it as he was observant. Regardless Isobel had had enough of the toads behavious and was not willing to tolerate anymore, Scandal or no scandal this man would be put in his place! She glanced at the man and her eyes were cold yet her voice was nothing but icily polite.

"Whilst I appreciate that you have honoured me with your attentions Lord Rowley, we are not affianced and as such I request that you would kindly remove your hand from my arm."
Isobel ignored the gasp from Cecelia and kept her eyes on the man she addressed, in complete opposite to what she had said he tightened his grip. He looked at the others and laughed.
"She jests well does she not?"
Isobel eyes narrowed in fury and she tried to pull her arm away but he was stronger than she and he really was hurting her. She stood angry and helpless thinking of no way to get him to leave her alone, she looked at Damien a plea in her eyes.