*Bryant*
“I can’t believe I’m here! You should have seen my eyes on the journey. I’m certain they were as round as saucers. l was so young when I visited London with Father that I barely remember it. I want to see everything while I’m here.”
We are sitting at the dining table with me at one end, Madelyn at the other, and her sister between us. I am astounded that she manages to eat with her incessant prattling. I'm not particularly irritated; simply amazed that she can speak for so long about absolutely nothing of any consequence. I'm growing weary simply from listening. I can’t imagine trying to carry on a conversation with her.
“Oh, I do hope that I have good fortune in finding a suitor. I don’t suppose you know which of the Alphas are available.” She says.
I'm taking a healthy swal
