His eyes cast upwards, rolling them at his youngest sister. “I’ve been busy, Florence. I’ve not been purposely avoiding you.” Roy gave a heavy sigh and glanced around, looking for their mother even though she looked to be nowhere insight. “Is she attempting to auction you off?”
“You went away and didn’t say goodbye to me, or your nieces. We’re allowed to be pissed.” Florence poked him in the chest. “No, she did that already, remember? This time she decided that I don’t wear enough dresses and, in her own words, flaunt my femininity.”










