ing； ding。 Hello？
Forgetting the romantic jaunt to Africa； Blair？s eyes narrowed at the horsy blonde holding her
boyfriend？s hand。What the fuck？
？Blair； at last；？ Lord Marcus greeted her smoothly； standing but not letting go of his
panion？s hand。 ？This； my dear； is my darling cousin Camilla； the one I told you about。 My
soul mate。 She？s in town for a couple of weeks。 We were practically twins growing up！ Isn？t that
the most marvelous surprise？？
？Marvelous；？ echoed Blair； throwing herself onto a nearby armchair。 She didn？t remember
hearing anything about any cousin Camilla。
But then； listening had never been her strong suit。
？I？m so delighted to meet you；？ said Camilla； staring down her long； prominent nose？the kind of
schnozz even the best plastic surgeon couldn？t fix。 Her pale English plexion was layered with
ical amounts of beige powder and primary…red blush。 Her legs were clownishly long and
skinny； like she？d been stretched on one of those old…fashioned lengthening machines Blair had
tried to find on eBay。
？Mimi just turned up yesterday morning； unannounced；？ Lord Marcus explained。 ？Imagine； like
a lost waif； with bags in hand。？ He chuckled。
？Yes； well； thankfully I can count on my dear Marmar to open up his home to me；？ Camilla
gushed； casually running her free hand through her long； flaxen hair。 Hair that could easily be cut
off in the middle of the night。
Wait？hishome ？
？You？re staying at his place？？ demanded Blair rudely； already hating the crooked…toothed
Camilla and her ugly yellow Indian silk sundress； which probably cost thousands but looked like a
tablecloth。 ？But I thought there wasn？t room。？