Simon merely raised his brows. “My dear Daphne . . .” Her lips parted slightly in surprise. “Surely you’re not going to force me to call you Miss Bridgerton.” He sighed dramatically. “After all that we’ve been through.” “We’ve been through nothing, you ridiculous man, but I suppose you may call me Daphne nonetheless.” “Excellent.” He nodded in a condescending manner. “You may call me ‘your grace.’” She swatted him. “Very well,” he replied, his lips twitching at the corners. “Simon, if you must.” “Oh I must,” Daphne said, rolling her eyes, “clearly, I must.”
