Gabriel snorted. “The peerage likes to do just enough to think they‘re helping without inconveniencing themselves. What‘s in fashion moves fast, and it‘s easier to donate clothes you wouldn‘t be caught dead in after a season than it is to keep them in storage.”
Her brow arched. There was a low poison in Gabriel‘s voice, made more potent by the way he tried to hide it. “You seem to know the court well.”
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A long pause. Gabriel shifted uncomfortably, his impressive shoulders inching toward his ears. “Better than I‘d like,” he said finally. 3d