Lady-Sonia checked her appearance one last time. At seventeen, ten months, and twenty-seven days old, she considered herself an adult trapped in a girl’s body. Her mother, the Dowager Viscountess, disagreed, which is why Sonia had been sent to stay with her eccentric Aunt Marguerite for the summer.
The room was a sanctuary of oddities. Canvases leaned against every wall—portraits of people Sonia did not recognize, landscapes of places that did not exist. In the center stood a gilded chair, and upon it sat Aunt Marguerite, but transformed. Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...
The candlelight went out.