“Gabriela, I swear it will be a miracle if you do not find me with my hands around your throat at some point or another,” Lady Yardley growled. “Your ladyship,” Ana María gasped, before slowly allowing her lips to twist into a harlequin grin, “at least allow me to hold her down for you.” Rolling her eyes, Gabby snagged another biscuit from the tray and pointedly turned away from them to stare out the window.
