“Good afternoon, Friedrich. Do you ever work? I’m starting to suspect you don’t,” Cinderella said. Friedrich nonchalantly adjusted his eye patch. “I thought we agreed you were finished with historical tours.” “Yes,” — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“Friedrich tugged on the collar of his military jacket and shook his head. Duchess Lacreux was a cunning woman—not at all what he expected.… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“What do you think of the ball?” her companion asked. “It is lovely,” Cinderella said. “What do you enjoy most? The dancing?” “The food.… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“Bless the army for increased patrols, and bless me for memorizing their routes for library trips.” — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“For the longest time, Cinderella had doubted Friedrich was ever serious about her. Now, as she saw the way his fingers twitched with nervousness… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“Of course I would fall for Captain Emotionally Constipated. I could train a rock to hold more affection for me.” — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“Although…it does raise an important question.” “Yes?” “We have both admitted we love each other.” “Yes?” “And we’re engaged.” “Yes?” “May I finally kiss… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“Cinderella smiled through the tears in her eyes. “Cristoph Friedrich, before I answer, there are some things that must be stated,” she said. “Yesterday,… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“When will you desist playing tour guide?” he asked. “I should think never. It is the greatest aspiration of my life to give historic… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“It’s been months since Friedrich was attacked. Isn’t the danger over by now?” “Not as long as the Colonel courts you, Mademoiselle.” Cinderella sighed.… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“Isaia wasn’t Briar’s true love. She might love him, but it was the young innocent affection bred out of familiarity.” — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“Startled, Cinderella fixed her eyes on his mask. It was to her shame, but he was right. It wasn’t the thought of her marriage… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
“And all the sweet talking of your mother?” “I want you two to get along. You need to get along,” Friedrich said. Cinderella peered… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
