“A perfectly putrid shade of puce, I’m sure,” Estelle said, with a disconsolate sigh. She really didn’t know what any gentleman saw in Torie that did not exist in both she and Angel just as well.
“But we cannot let her upstage us,” she added vehemently. “By this time next year both of us must be married.” At this point, Estelle scarcely cared to whom. And if it took being kind about Angeline, well: it was perhaps not the biggest tribulation she could face. (Of course it was not the smallest, either, but she would be stoic about it.)
“But we cannot let her upstage us,” she added vehemently. “By this time next year both of us must be married.” At this point, Estelle scarcely cared to whom. And if it took being kind about Angeline, well: it was perhaps not the biggest tribulation she could face. (Of course it was not the smallest, either, but she would be stoic about it.)
