Amelia filed paperwork in her desk, half an ear closed as Cousin Lydia droned on about the man she’d met. Mr. Brighton, the epitome of honor and goodness. So handsome that just his visage made Lydia’s knees weak. And so forth. Pressing her lips firmly together, Amelia closed the drawer to her desk a little too hard. The smack of wood colliding with wood sent a satisfied sensation through her, though. One duty completed, a million more to go. “Are you listening?” Cousin Lydia had draped herself across the small couch on the farthest wall. Now she pushed herself into a sitting position and eyed Amelia. “I certainly am listening, and I have to say that his qualities are simply overwhelming me.” She pushed her spectacles up to more firmly look at her cousin. “You do realize his attributes do not negate his faults, correct?” “Oh, stop being so prissy.” Lydia’s blue eyes twinkled, and a saucy smile played about her lips.
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