I held her eyes for a beat, then nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
She picked up her quill and made a note in a planner. “Do not call me ma’am, Miss Knight. Respecting authority does not suit you.” She looked up briefly, the tiniest smile lifting a corner of her lip.
“All right then.” I returned the smile and stood. “I guess I’ll head back to class?”
“Actually”—Lady Agnue reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a sealed envelope—“no need to return to your ballroom instruction. Instead, I would like you to please deliver this to Mrs. Fofferman in the library. I would send Ms. Mammers, but we have a meeting after this. You are excused until your next period to allow for the detour.”
“Um, okay.”
“It is a list of books on social planning, treaty writing, and ethics that I thought would help your fr
