Caroline Trent hadn't meant to shoot Percival Prewitt, but she had, and now he was dead. Or at least she thought he was dead.
Julia QuinnI had to do something," she said. "I couldn't just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.
Julia QuinnIโm trying to embroider.โ Hyacinth held up her handiwork as proof. โYouโre trying to avoidโโ Her mother stopped, blinking. โI say, why does that flower have an ear?โ โItโs not an ear.โ Hyacinth looked down. โAnd itโs not a flower.โ โWasnโt it a flower yesterday?โ โI have a very creative mind,โ Hyacinth ground out, giving the blasted flower another ear. โThat,โ Violet said, โhas never been in any doubt.โ Hyacinth looked down at the mess on the fabric. โItโs a tabby cat,โ she announced. โI just need to give it a tail.
Julia QuinnI shall have one, too," he told her. "So that you don't feel alone." She tried not to smile. "That is most generous of you." "I am quite certain it is my gentlemanly duty." "To eat cake?" "It is one of the more appealing of my gentlemanly duties," he allowed.
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