Chapter 28The bedroom on the fourth floor of the Lillis Estate in central New Athens was bedecked in silks, satins, sequins, and squawkadoodles.
“I don't know why Ambrosia liked squawkadoodles,” Countess Giorgi told Lydia. “She was half-crazy for them and insisted on wearing them everywhere she went. I persuaded her to forego them for the Imperial Ball the night she met Prince Athanasios, and I'm sure she'd have worn them at her wedding if she hadn't been …” The older woman turned away, her voice catching.
Lydia had stepped off the Kzizn Armada Flagship into the garden behind the Lillis mansion. By the time she'd turned to wave, the ship had already vanished, and the old Countess had swept up Lydia into her arms, weeping profusely and squealing in delight. The comparative analysis result
