Lady-sonia: 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

Her own face.

The west wing corridor was colder. The wallpaper was a faded pattern of peacocks. At the end stood a heavy oak door, slightly ajar. Golden candlelight bled through the gap. Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

Then Sonia saw the second figure.

Sonia gasped. Too loud.

The secret, Sonia believed, was in the locked west wing. Her own face

“Curiosity killed the cat, little dove,” Marguerite had warned, tapping Sonia’s nose with a feather quill. ” Marguerite had warned