*Freya*
I wonder when my cousin has grown so daring. "I wouldn't want to bore my cousin."
"I'm sure she won't mind," Zac ground out.
"By all means," Angel says graciously. "I shall chat with Summer. You wanted to show me your new harpsichord, didn't you, Summer?"
"I did? Oh, yes, of course, I did! Here, come with me, it's in the blue salon upstairs." Summer quickly rises and heads for the door, Angel at her heels. "You two will entertain yourselves, won't you?"
I am not quite angry enough to wish that looks could kill, but I find myself hoping that they could elicit brief but startling pain.
"We will be just fine," Zac is positively beaming.
"Well done," Summer half-whispers to Angel.
"I thought so," Angel returns.
"Come along," Summer says loudly. "I can't wait to show it to you.
