Dinner that evening promised to be an affair of obligation rather than pleasure, something I realized the moment I caught the exasperated look on Seraphine's face.
We had just returned from our ride, still a bit dusty and tired, when a servant knocked at the door to remind us of the evening's guest: Seraphine's cousin, Lorelai.
"Great," Seraphine muttered as she flopped dramatically onto the bed. "Just what I need after a perfectly fun day my insufferable cousin Lorelai."
I raised an eyebrow, attempting to stifle a laugh. "How bad could she be?"
Seraphine rolled over to face me, her expression deadly serious. "She's... a menace. She flirts with anything that breathes, boasts about all her ridiculous travels, and acts like she's the queen of the universe. Oh, and did I mention she's annoyingly perfect at everything?"
