“As they have always done I suppose,” she muttered, easily mollified by being agreed with and pulling at a knot that had formed in her wool with all the patience of a toddler which certainly alleviated some of her irritation.

Her niece, at least, she could rely upon to be sensible. Blythe had never exactly been a frivolous child but since she had found herself an occupation – admittedly one that Temperance had some reservations about given the potential exposure to the dregs of society – she had become eminently more thoughtful and Temperance wholeheartedly approved. She had also become significantly more withdrawn, if such a feat was possible, but Temperance deliberately ignored that fact.

“I hope you’re looking forward to playing our Lord’s mother? It is quite the honour,” and one that Temperance had taken pleasure in all-but bullying Mrs Gemmell into acquiescing to.

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Wonderful set by Lady <3