One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
She could break the arms of any heiresses who thought to catch themselves a duke, as well, but she kept that to herself.
Kill yourself, Finley. Seriously. You do not get to dictate who Griffin can and can't marry just because you're wishy washy about who you want to be with.
Also, wtf happened to that, "nothing can happen, hahahhaha" shit?
Duke count, yeah, but I'm too pissed about her being such a fucking shithead.