Sisters of String and Glass, Part 60

Chapter Fourteen – continued

“You know it’s true. As a matter of fact, I was in town earlier and heard no less than three lesser lords mention they were hoping to find a proper lady they could court tomorrow. With everyone back in town and the biggest ball ever thrown on the horizon, it’s more than the prince and mermaid princess looking to be wed.” She narrowed her eyes slightly. “You should be thankful my brother will be escorting Abigail. No man will dare approach her when she enters with the Duke.”

“I’ll spend the night directing them all to you,” Camille said, a twinkle in her eyes.

Andalissa gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

“It would be quite an honor for any family to have you turn your attention to one of their sons.”

Andalissa huffed. “Oh, why don’t you just marry me, then?”

Camille smiled. “I love you dearly, Anda, but you know the King would never approve my sister and I both marrying the only two Murant children. Besides, you know we’ll never be anywhere nearly as matched as Adrian and Abigail are.”

Andalissa sighed and lifted her teacup in a mock toast. “To an uncomfortable evening tomorrow, then. We can only hope something interesting will happen to distract all the men looking for wives.”

Camille smiled and lifted her own teacup. “It’ll probably be Muriel.”

“Oh, don’t remind me,” Andalissa groaned as her teacup clattered against the saucer. “I still haven’t forgiven her for how she disrupted my birthday. My parents may have smiled and accepted her apology, but we all know I haven’t and never will. At least, not until she’s banished to your family cottage.”

“Or perhaps your brother will propose marriage to Abigail. It’ll be a magical night full of the fae.”

“They can’t influence people like that, you know.”

“I know. But maybe the light will be just right. Maybe the music will be just right. Maybe my sister will finally realize everyone’s right and Adrian is the perfect match for her.”

“Let’s just hope something happens so we can dodge all the eligible bachelors, and all the dowagers who have the perfect grandson.”

Camille was happy to raise her teacup to that.

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