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Which was why she reveled in this place. It was full of mischief and wonder and discovery, things she hadn’t felt the luxury of exploring since before her sister’s engagement. Since she’d last left the United States, really. Since she’d last left Andrew. It was curious and terrifying, how much of her life she linked back to him. His Royal American Highness, always found with his nose in a book and that adorable, impish smile that could charm the ladies of the fifty states into puddles of goo. Luckily for her, though, Lisette was of French blood, and proved somewhat (if not much) more resistant to Andrew’s infantile charisma. He was so good-natured, so protective. It disarmed her, just the way that this new house disarmed her. Anything new brought out in Lisette a curiosity so fierce it could never be quelled. And Andrew had mysteries, apparently, in abundance. She would never be rid of him. Not that she even wanted to be.
—  CAM I’M MAKING ALL OF THESE FACES AT MY SCREEN A;DLFKAJD;LFKJ;LKJ