“Stand up, girl. Respect for your elders is all very well, but one duchess should never grovel to another.” / “I stand corrected.” Mariah rose, eyes dancing but voice demure. “But I am the newest and most inexperienced of duchesses. I can’t begin to match your...your duchessness.” / “You will in time,” her grace said grandly, but her lips quirked with amusement.

A collective gasp goes around the room. When we look, they turn away. Some little fricker started playing WTTBP and everyone cried, not even paying attention to us. Fitz bought me a Beatles, Nirvana, 5 Seconds of Summer, 115.

He has the routine down pat.

I went to the doctor to get a shot for malaria.