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“I guess I’d have to call myself an Americot, mainly because the alternative sounds like a spinal complaint” Scomerican? Soed this crowd a little

Queue a round of husky chuckles and rasping giggles from the participants of Grey Nomad Tours Well, it is Wednesday, and Wednesday at Kilblair Castle is our senior specials day As well as hump day, but that usually comes after the castle has closed for the day to visitors Because the Duke and Duchess of Dalforth are nothing if not conventional

My ass

Anyway, I like Wednesdays because I get to hang with this crowd

“And do we address you as your grace or your ladyship?” asks another of the crowd

“Just Holly will do” Anything else sounds a little ridiculous, quite honestly Technically, I’o, as I’d stood in my bedroom with Alexander’s phone in my hand, I truly debated how I’d felt like that leaf Tossed about in the wind, shaken in inedswept from problem to probleht of where I’d landed Of where I belonged And Alexander was right I belong in his arms

Leonie left Without money and without a reason to come back Before Alexander’s foot had reached the bottorand staircase, I’d pressed the little button to send the Instagram post live I’d outed our relationship to the world in a monumental fashion, just as he’d planned

Meet the future Duchess of Dalforth

was all the post read Just that and our s announcement in The Times, as is the usual way And it caused an internet sensation, e of most of the European newspapers A couple of US ones, too

It turned out that Leonie had becoh-powered criminal, and the attention a divorce would draas not to his liking So, she’d faked her death to slink off with him But when the relationship soured, she needed money to escape

If you ask me, I think she has a few screws loose in her head