gossip fatale

“Eric,” Felicia had said, enunciating the syllables with an over pleased distinction. Peter knew she was relishing her role as gossip fatale. Felicia had always despised Theresa, disliking her at once on the day her younger brother first brought the girl home for dinner. Even after becoming her sister-in-law, Felicia couldn’t help but jab, stab and needle at every opportunity any weakness she could pinpoint in Peter’s pretty wife.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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