“Lord deliver me from spoiled children,” Seline said to the ceiling. “I’m not spoiled!” Lorna proclaimed with the braggadocio of someone who absolutely was, running a stick of kohl well past Sesily’s eyelid. “Ash gets everything.” “I beg your pardon, young lady,” Sophie said, warning in her tone. “What does your brother get that you do not?” Lorna looked directly at her mother and said, “A title.” Sesily chuckled in the dead silence that fell. “A palpable hit, Lorna-roo.”
