![]() “You know what to do!”įinn threw back his shoulders, holding out his elbows for Anthea and Jilly. “The drama,” Lady Cassandra said, rolling her eyes. “It’s just a battle, it’s just a battle,” Jilly whispered. “Miss Miniver’s touch is unmistakable,” she said with approval as she looked over her niece. “But there really is no substitute for Rose Academy training.” She stepped back, frowned at her daughter, and then turned to Anthea with a smile. ![]() ![]() ![]() “You’ve done your best, Anthea,” Jilly’s mother, Lady Cassandra, said, fussing around them with light fingers. The doors closed behind him, and Jilly gulped audibly. A footman looked at the man with raised eyebrows, and the man stalked out, straightening his coat. He turned back quickly as the enormous oak doors-inlaid with the Kronenhofer Royal Crest in gold-opened. “Battle? This isn’t battle!” Jilly’s whisper was too shrill, and the man in line in front of them turned around to glare. “You’ve been preparing for battle all your life,” Anthea whispered. The adorable and hilarious nieces and nephews, The clever cousins, mustachioed uncles, and favorite aunts, ![]()
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