As the carriage came to a halt, Phoebe's melodramatic sigh echoed through the air. "Oh, how unfortunate it is that my mother's carriage had to give out right on this joyous day!" She feigned a mournful expression that was almost convincing.
Adelita couldn't resist a wry grin as she exchanged a knowing glance with Joane. The theatrics were unmistakably Phoebe's signature touch. Lady Cassandra, her mother, shared her daughter's flair for the dramatic, and it seemed the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree.
With a playful eye-roll, Joane chimed in, "Yes, because clearly the universe conspires to spoil your every outing, Phoebe."
Phoebe shot her an exaggerated pout. "Well, if you two have finished mocking me, can we please get out of this wretched carriage?"
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