What Comes of Attending the Commoners Ball

by Elisabeth Aimee Brown

“Beef! Beef! Stop her!” I presume that interpretation is not accurate.

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“Your friend is a fool, then,” Mum says, eyebrows knotted. “Don’t you remember poor Flossie from Upper Splott? Or my great-aunt Hattie’s baby, who was replaced by a changeling?” She thrusts another bundle of thatch to me. “Better to be stubborn, if that’s what it takes!”

Lucas swallows and steps closer to me. “You should have. You—you should kiss me whenever you want to.”

“When I asked Hester’s mother to marry me,” Dad says mildly, looking at the ceiling, “I told her I loved her.” Lucas flushes. “That is pages six through twelve.”