“Creed, well, you could probably have Creed if you wanted. Easily. Kathleen is essentially a Pleb herself, a self-made woman. She likes you, a lot. They seem like a nice family, too.” “Seriously, Windsor?” I snap, standing up and feeling my breath come in sharp pants. I’m not sure why I’m so angry. Maybe because the little bubble of Burberry is popping, and it feels like the world is rushing in to drown me?
