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    Wrapped in her depression, she stared out the window at the busy street. She wished with all her heart that her father had never died, that her mother had never gotten sick, and she was still the girl who believed in fairy tales.
    “You have something in your hair,” a voice cloaked in a wonderful accent said.
    Carmella turned so quickly she nearly gave herself whiplash. Sean stood not three feet from her, an amused smile curving his lips. The sunlight burned through his red hair like fire, and it caught the fine light red stubble on his face. This close, he stunned her with his presence, and all she could do was stare. She found herself turning toward him, like a flower following the sun.
    “I'm sorry.” Sean raised a fair eyebrow. “Do you speak English?”
    “Oh, yes, I do. I'm sorry, what did you say?” Carmella breathed out, feeling like a fool, but unable to focus her thoughts when he was this close.
    Sean walked toward her and reached up, plucking a few bits of white down feathers from her bun. She wanted a hole in the floor to open so she could jump into it. She also wanted to grab his large hand and place gentle kisses on his palm before sliding it down her willing body. Realizing everyone was staring at her, Carmella blushed all the harder. “I was sewing some feathers on to the Winter Queen costume. I….uh…had a mishap with the bag.”
    Tian held a hand over his mouth behind Sean's back, laughing at her.
    Sean gently pulled a few more feathers from her dark bun. That simple act felt like a gentle caress, and her body responded with a flush of heat. The soft flesh between her legs began to flood with warmth, and she had a distracted thought that it had been forever since she felt any desire.
    He seemed to linger as he pulled the feathers out, gently pulling and smoothing her hair. Those long fingers moved with such grace he could probably play her body like an instrument. Desire flowed through her blood, making her skin sensitive to the slightest breeze. Looking into his storm-blue eyes, she wondered what color they turned when he was in the grip of passion.
    “What is your name, little bird?” he asked as he brushed his hands together. His voice was kind, and he was careful not to invade her space.
    “I'm little flower.” He looked sharply as if she’d said something obscene. That made her blush even harder. “I mean, my name is Carmella Ramirez. Please ignore the nickname. I didn't get much sleep last night.” She mentally scolded herself for acting like a flake as Tian turned an alarming shade of red while holding back his laughter behind Sean.
    Sean raised his hand toward her face, and Dianta appeared out of nowhere. She snatched his hand out of the air with a brittle smile. “Sean, there you are, you handsome man.” She tugged him toward Miguel, waiting for them at the entrance. “I see you've met one of our seamstresses. I do hope she hasn't bored you too much.”
    Turning to Carmella, Dianta gave her a frozen smile and waved her manicured fingers at her in a shooing gesture. “Run along now, Carmella. Stop bothering Mr. Kalmus. I don't know why you're here anyway. It's not like you're going to dance in the Carnival.” She let out a mean little titter and snuggled against Sean's side.
    Carmella's lower lip trembled at the angry look on Sean's face. He must have thought she was a dancer. His disappointment cut her like a knife, and she turned quickly and left, not wanting Sean to see the tears filling her eyes.
    Damn that woman, he was hers.
    The thought stopped her cold. What in the world was wrong with her? He was a stranger, an extremely gorgeous stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. She had no claim on him. All he did was come over and pull feathers out of her hair. Ignoring the curious looks from the people she passed in the hall, she went into Fatima's dance studio and shut the door with a slam.
    Her emotions were out of control, and she wanted to scream