Well if that smile of your's, is any indication then I would wager you struck her peacock desirable back.How he was staring at her her peacock ring touched to her mouth. She had an itch & it wasn't a seven year one. It rushed up her neckline heating her goose-neck,Simon says to strangle me what a diva none of the other men would play dare but not touch me.Peacocks on the cake tear's burned her eye's & one of his feather's flew away.She was dancing, like she never danced, before skirt's and petticoat's what a junction.Her heart deeply in the mission the masquerade hiding under her peacock mask, he had some other vision's, to see.That diva she ended up stumbling over his peacock..