I will be tall in spirit to make up for it. [Lucrezia tucks her hand across her new friend's forearm, then gives her head a little dip towards an unoccupied pair of seats near the window.
primly (or faking primness well enough, given she's still trying to temper her smile),] Shall we promenade, Daphne?
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primly (or faking primness well enough, given she's still trying to temper her smile),] Shall we promenade, Daphne?