Rosenwald Sisters

"How old are you, Lady Minerva?" 

"Nineteen."

"Ah, so I'm the eldest here. Do you think an age gap matters much between husband and wife? Say, three years?" 

Minerva tilted her head with a small smile. "Could it be that Mr. King is twenty-two years old?"

King's eyes widened in feigned surprise. "Oh my, is Lady Minerva perhaps a mentalist?" He asked, feigning shock.

Minerva giggled at his reaction.

Reynold and the three women accompanying him, however, were far less amused. Their faces had turned pale as they realized how severely they had underestimated King.

It hadn't even been thirty minutes since King had promised Diana he would behave—no inappropriate comments or boundary crossing—and yet here he was, flirting openly with Minerva. Worse, he was doing it right in front of Diana.