Chapter Nine
"You cannot marry him." Tilly threw her hands up. When she did, flakes of white flour rained down, mixing in with her blonde curls, making her look like a Christmas angel. "You just met him."
"I think it's romantic," said Brig, dipping a finger into the cake mix instead of the wooden stirring spoon. She brought her finger and the sweet batter into her mouth but still managed to clearly say, "Like something out of a Hallmark movie."
"I don't have many options," Scout said as she opened the oven door to check the roast. Just another minute and the meat would be ready to fall off the bones. "We're running out of time."
"I still think we can contest the general's will," said Saylor from the other end of the kitchen. Her back was against a wall as she tossed a bright salad of l
