The Charmer
Unfortunately, the subtle insult seemed to be lost on the older women, or at least Urseya’s mother.
“Don’t be silly, dear, you know you’re beautiful,” she told her daughter fondly, “and if I’ve read the signs right, Keilor has noticed as well.” She sent Rhapsody a sly look. “Perhaps we’ll be celebrating two weddings this year.”
Jasmine stiffened. “I thought Keilor was her cousin.”
“Oh, he is, dear, but not a first cousin,” Portae explained with a touch of condescension. “It would get very tiresome if we insisted on calling him ‘third cousin Keilor’ all the time, don’t you think?”
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