I’m trying to embroider.” Hyacinth held up her handiwork
as proof.
“You’re trying to avoid—” Her mother stopped, blinking.
“I say, why does that flower have an ear?”
“It’s not an ear.” Hyacinth looked down. “And it’s not a
flower.”
“Wasn’t it a flower yesterday?”
“I have a very creative mind,” Hyacinth ground out,
giving the blasted flower another ear.
“That,” Violet said, “has never been in any doubt.”
Hyacinth looked down at the mess on the fabric. “It’s a
tabby cat,” she announced. “I just need to give it a tail.

Auteur: Julia Quinn

I’m trying to embroider.” Hyacinth held up her handiwork<br />as proof.<br />“You’re trying to avoid—” Her mother stopped, blinking.<br />“I say, why does that flower have an ear?”<br />“It’s not an ear.” Hyacinth looked down. “And it’s not a<br />flower.”<br />“Wasn’t it a flower yesterday?”<br />“I have a very creative mind,” Hyacinth ground out,<br />giving the blasted flower another ear.<br />“That,” Violet said, “has never been in any doubt.”<br />Hyacinth looked down at the mess on the fabric. “It’s a<br />tabby cat,” she announced. “I just need to give it a tail. - Julia Quinn




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