Chapter SeventeenThalia was peering down the long end of the room, looking for Fungy and Yiannis when a voice came from her other side.
“Still keeping questionable company, I see, Miss Grace,” a woman’s clipped voice said from her left.
She turned to see a lady in a deep purple turban with plumes of peacock feathers trembling above it.
“I beg your pardon?” Thalia said. She had no idea who this woman was.
“And so you should! I would think that you, or at the very least your sister, would have the intelligence to stay away from Lord Harkness. Clearly, neither of you have any care for your already tarnished reputation, miss,” the woman said with acid dripping from her words.
“And yet Lord Harkness just made a donation of over one thousand pounds to Lord Merrick’s Home for Boys, thanks to
