A Debutante's Guide To Rebellion - Plot & Excerpts
Lady Copeland cooed. Eddie had been trying to catch a stray breath of fresh air from the slender breeze through the carriage curtains, but now she straightened up. Such compliments were, she knew from long experience, barbed reminders to watch her posture or her diction or whatever Lady Copeland had most recently found fault with. “If you like yellow,” John said. He grinned at her and mouthed the words “It’s marigold” exactly in time to their mother’s protest. Luckily, as he sat beside her and slightly behind the overlarge feathers decorating her hair, she didn’t see. Mildred pressed her lips together to hide her own smile. She had treasured the years her parents were in India, leaving her in Sussex under the care of her aunt. The one good thing about their return was that they’d brought her brother back with them. If not for him, she didn’t know how she would have survived the past two years. Their father, sitting on Eddie’s right, was reading correspondence, and likely would not have looked up unless one of them spontaneously exploded.
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