blush

At this the man blushed and stammered so much, he could barely find the key to the royal suite, but at last he did.

Held captive by his wife’s temper like an insect stuck on a pin, the baron squirmed and blushed until he finally turned to Edward Ashton.

The older woman’s cheeks were already pink from exertion, but her proud blush shone through nevertheless.

The blushing pink circles that typically adorned the cheeks of Lady Constance Ashton were now as scarlet as two ripe nectarines.

The women would be attired in colorful ball gowns—blush pink, scarlet, sapphire blue, and forest green—and the men in tuxedos.