The Gracemore girls always make better matches.
So I’ve been told.
Aunt Rowena reminds me this nearly every day, especially when I forget to button the bodice of my crindle, or when I guffaw at Lou’s breakfast table jokes. She whispers it when company is over and I spill leek broth on my shoes and knock into the settee. She shouts it when I fall from the rolberry tree, my crindle covered in purple juice, in front of the visiting priest, or when I take too many griddle cakes, or when a thick layer of dust still covers the sitting parlor table.
Yes, the Gracemore girls do always make better matches.
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Striking a Match
RomanceCharlotta Cillah Caraway is simply a laundress with an outlandish name, living on the edge of the Elleck Forest that marks the divide between two of the most powerful kingdoms in the world, Daywind and Moonsong. Ever on the brink of poverty, Charlot...
