Ali Fredrickson

68%
Flag icon
“Even if I wished the appropriate formality, I don’t think it likely. When I first said that would be best, we had yet to eat dinner together, rescue your ridiculous cousin, speak seriously of a neighbourhood ghost I still doubt exists—no, let me finish—nor had we yet claimed joint ownership of a cat. To say nothing of every other thing that has transpired since I moved into your bewitched house. At this juncture, it feels disingenuous calling you Miss Lion. At least in private.” “Well said. I suppose it was inevitable that any formality between us was doomed to fall victim to the law of ...more
The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview