She swatted the air with her hands, an expression of stop. 'the cheek!' she exclaimed in mock outrage at his insinuation, mild as it was all things considered, but she did infact blush 'nothing of the sort, It's just my mother rather like her roses and we clearly cannot be trusted alone with the flowers.'

The rest of what he had said gave her pause, 'which brother?' she asked, as casually as she could manage, she didn't thinking it likely, but it was not beyond the realm of possibility that this was some elaborate trick by her brother, was it really beyond ozy to have one of his friends feign courtship for the sake of some cruel joke at her expense.

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