“Can you try to smile?” Honoria asked wearily. Iris stretched her lips into an expression so frightening that Marcus almost left the room. “Good God, never mind,” Honoria muttered. “Don’t do that.” “It is difficult to feign good humor when all I wish is to throw myself through the window.” “The window is closed,” Daisy said officiously. Iris’s stare was pure venom. “Precisely.”
