“My aunt seems to think you need rescuing, sir,” Viola laughed. “Are you afraid of me?” “Terrified,” he replied, chuckling. “See? I’m drinking my tea for fear of you.” “Yes, all men hate tea,” she said, growing more pleased with… — Tamara Lejeune Copy Share Image
“You’re so ugly,” Belinda whined, briefly claiming his grace’s attention. “Who are you?” he demanded. She blinked in surprise. “I’m Belinda, of course.” “I’m… — Tamara Lejeune Copy Share Image
“My aunt seems to think you need rescuing, sir,” Viola laughed. “Are you afraid of me?” “Terrified,” he replied, chuckling. “See? I’m drinking my… — Tamara Lejeune Copy Share Image
