Araminta rose to her feet, gave Posy one last horrific glare, then stalked away. “Well,” Violet declared, planting her hands on her hips. “I thought she would never leave.” Benedict disengaged his arm from Sophie’s waist with a murmur of, “Don’t move a muscle,” then walked quickly to his mother’s side. “Have I told you lately,” he whispered in her ear, “how much I love you?” “No,” she said with a jaunty smile, “but I know, anyway.”
