“How rude of me. I almost forgot,” Friedrich said before presenting her with the basket. Inside the basket sat a glass slipper, and nestled in the shoe’s toe, a sparkling ring. “I made the basket myself.” He removed the ring… — 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
