our delicate touch

Raising a toast of some rather exquisite champagne, Steven and I indulgently acknowledged our own handiwork, well aware that our finest accomplishment lay in the fact that no one outside the room would ever really appreciate our delicate touch. If things went as planned, we laughed, they would never even realize we had been there.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov


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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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