Chapter6

#Chapter6

Plink!

Aunt Brank was in a sour mood the next morning. I don't know why she woke me up at an ungodly hour, hissing and glaring at me. She said something about me doing a great job in scaring away suitors. As much as I'm flattered for the compliment, I don't remember sticking up my parasol in someone else's... Or did I?

Nonetheless, she was pissed. I doubt she knows what piss tastes like, but she's pissed. She went on the whole morning, getting annoyed at the tiniest bit. She could look in the mirror, and she'll get irritated. I expected as much. If I were to see that face every morning, I'd rather wish that I look like a potato. Then, she'll prance around the house, mumbling about Captain Carter not paying a visit this morning.

Geez, if she wants Captain Carter that much, they should marry.