“What’s there to eat in this kitchen that’s not on my person?” Caitlyn yells over the music, adjusting the Saran Wrap keeping her wild-honey-and-chamomile-tea-soaked hair from falling into her oatmeal-and-yogurt face mask.
“What’s on my person.” I run my finger across my jawline for some mashed banana to offer her.
I used a random number generator and it picked page 12!
Mother just said ‘very nice, dear’ in a bored voice; while Nanny grumbled that the charcoal marks on her muslin frock were dreadful to get out, and suggested she might like to learn some nice embroidery stitches instead.
It was to Lady Tremayne that Leo had been able to pour out her dream of going to a London art school.