So Bill thought she was being whiny. She couldn't help it.She was inches away from a breakdown.
"I hate this job.I hate this place. I hate this stupid solstice party and this stupid pheasant souffle-"
"Lucinda will be at the party tonight," Bill said suddenly. His voice was infuriatingly calm. "She happens to adore the Constances' pheasant souffle.
Autore: Lauren Kate