“I’m afraid to admit I did,” she groaned. “My Lady Petunia set her gaze on a rather virile Siren, and he fell prey to her amorous adventures.” Angelica spat out a mouthful of coffee as a bark of laughter fell from my lips. “Did you just call your vagina Lady Petunia?” I choked. Darcy covered her mouth to hold back her laughter and Sofia was actually crying real tears. “Alas I did. And she’s a real predator when she sets her gaze on a tempting piece of banana drama,” Geraldine admitted.
