“Harsh? He’s a man, isn’t he? He has the entire world at his feet. I think he can handle my turning down a promenade.”
“He is your betrothed, though,” her maid said to the floor.
“Not yet. Much as my mother wishes it were the case so she could get rid of me once and for all.”
Iona swallowed and twisted a strand of hair around her finger. “Perhaps, then, you should be sweeter to him, to ensure—”
“Oh, Iona, please. I will have my entire life to be sweet to him if he wants it. Can’t I have a single afternoon of mourning my future?”