The SoulBorn Queen
Since we had lost our fortune, their former friends dutifully ignored them, so my sisters paraded about as though the young peasants of the town made up a second-rate social circle.
I took a sip from my cup of hot water—we couldn’t even afford tea these days—as Celina
continued her story to Amanda.
“Well, I said to him, ‘If you think you can just ask me so nonchalantly, sir, I’m going to decline!’
And you know what Tomas said?” Arms braced on the table and eyes wide, Amanda shook her head.
“Tomas Mandray?” I interrupted. “The woodcutter’s second son?”
Celina’s blue-gray eyes narrowed. “Yes,” she said, and shifted to address Amanda again.