Violet opened her mouth to dryly say, Of course. But—it would be easy, wouldn’t it, to perform the cool and experienced Violet Debenham? The girl who would strive to be as scandalous as possible, even for an audience of one? Violet had let several people take that version of herself to bed. If she ran her fingers through those memories, it might take her some time to untangle how much of it she’d actually, truly wanted.
