Quote by Anita Valle
““Briette balled up the rag and flung it down. It struck the marble floor with a wet smack. She worked herself down to sit in the window niche and pried off her cumbersome shoes. At least the midsummer ball wasn’t held in her castle. It spared her the task of scrubbing away the marks of muddy heels tomorrow. The ball was being given by the Duke of Merridell in the kingdom’s wealthiest town. Briette””
