Chapter 25 ~

• ~ Sorry, Not Sorry ~
• Muttering, “Sorry, not sorry! Truly a Canadian thing to say.” The Viscount of Lancashire turned his head, "Mam, what do you think? You spoke with Rosa a lot more than any of us!"
• Lady Mother scoffed, smoothed out her dress, and motioned her hand over her hair until she reached the tight bun on her head. "Fathlias are dangerous to mess with," she said, puffing out her chest. "In my opinion," She folded one hand over the other and placed them on her lap. "Rosa either knows what she is and is good at denying it, or she has no idea who we are and what she is. But it has to be one or the other."