"My father," she admitted, "was of Italian extraction. Unfortunately, not an affliction that can be cured." She paused. "Though he did die."

She had to give her teachers credit: they were right to insist all pupils carry scissors, handkerchiefs, perfume and hair ribbons at all times. At some point she'd learn why they also required a red lace doily and a lemon.

Stop playing verbal games with me, madam, or I shall go out into that ballroom, find your mother, and bring her here

I'd rather be loyal than right.

Tunstell, this is your Alpha speaking. Do as I tell you. You must regurgitate now. Regurgitation is an involuntary action. You cannot simply order me to do it,” replied Tunstell in a small voice. “I most certainly can. Besides which, you are an actor.” Tunstell grimaced. “I’ve never had cause to vomit onstage.

I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.

She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.