Today I just flipped through the pages and came upon page 136. Haha, I would have also tried licking/eating the walls.
Marietta was bewitched; magic was ingrained into the very fabric of this world.
“The palace, the gingerbread chalets and huts in the town, the marzipan whirls of apartment suites and cobblestones, all of it is locked in an immutable state. Spellbound to remain frozen. If you attempted to eat any of it, you’d break your teeth. Even the moose are wise enough not to take a nibble.”
Marietta was vaguely insulted. “I am certain I possess more intelligence than a moose,” she told Dellara, who shrugged and resumed examining her wardrobe.
It was clear from her expression that Frances had guessed – correctly – that Georgiana had no prior engagements. A moment of understanding passed between them, and Georgiana realised that, although her new friend didn’t know the particulars of her former life, Frances was no fool; she knew precisely what she brought to this partnership, and all the ways in which Georgiana was lacking. If she cut her tomorrow, Georgiana would have to spend the rest of the summer – perhaps the rest of her life – embroidering pastel coloured nightmares in Mrs Burton’s parlour, reminiscing about the few glorious days she had spent in the company of the esteemed Miss Campbell.