*Rapunzel*
Cultivating wheat is certainly more useful than training piglets, so I make an encouraging sound, and am about to inquire whether the aunts have had any luck with geese… having met a cheerless and aggressive goose in my girlhood… but the carriage comes to a stop. We have arrived at my family’s house in Curzon Street. I am feeling about for my reticule when a rattle of wheels passes us and draws up sharply.
I slide over to the window on my side of the carriage and pull open the curtain. My father’s carriage has also just drawn up. A liveried groom pops down and opens the door. “My parents have arrived.”
Horace moves to his window and peers out with as much interest as I. “Presumably your father managed to convince your stepmother that dancing while inebriated is not a good ide
