Valentina
"I continue to be impressed," William said, rising from his chair and approaching me.
I straightened up with as much dignity I could muster with a reddened face, snarled hair, and stray cobwebs on my clothes. "I aim to please," I said tersely.
He chuckled, then took my hand. Why was he always grabbing me? Still, I let my hand rest in his—which ws oddly cool, now that I noticed, thinking it was better than him trying to hug me or pick me up as he seemed prone to do.
"Come. Let me introduce you to the household staff," William said, tucking my hand into the crook of his elbow.
I glanced at him incredulously as he led me through the room, a general workroom by the look of it. "You mean I'm not in trouble?"
"Now why would you be 'in trouble', as you say?" he asked quizzically.
