Something without the cello,” she muttered.
“If I have to do it, you have to do it,” Sarah said with a smirk.
Iris glared at her with all the fury of a misunderstood artist. “You
don’t understand.”
“Oh, believe me, I do,” Sarah said with great feeling. “I played
last year, if you recall. I’ve had an entire year to understand.

Author: Julia Quinn