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"Excuse me," She called to the handsome man as she approached the odd-looking pair. She stopped a few paces away and glared at him, noticing his features were more chiseled and defined in the sunlight.

He stood a bit taller as if he owned the town, but she was not afraid of his height, growling, "That woman has a name," She spat, standing her ground in front of him, adding, "It's Darcy, and I assume that you are Monsieur Gaston."