That she would be dueling once again tomorrow was no small shock to Roslyn Ross, who had not expected much in the way of victory during the tournament she had helped to organize. Unfortunately, the victory she wanted (the dissolution of any understanding between her sister and Mr. Darrow) seemed far less likely to materialize. With Xena doing a lap with her husband-to-be, Roslyn was left to chaperone the less-than-desirable lovebirds, a duty she did not relish but did take quite seriously.
A duty made more difficult by the fact that she was also the de facto hostess of the evening, but as one of ten children, Roslyn Ross certainly knew how to multitask.
The words wedding plans reached her ears and Roslyn felt a knot develop in the pit of her stomach. Surely he wasn't—no, the witch chided herself, even Alfred Darrow would not be so foolish.
Just to be safe, she rematerialized at her sister's elbow, firing Zelda a warm smile and Mr. Darrow a polite nod.
A duty made more difficult by the fact that she was also the de facto hostess of the evening, but as one of ten children, Roslyn Ross certainly knew how to multitask.
The words wedding plans reached her ears and Roslyn felt a knot develop in the pit of her stomach. Surely he wasn't—no, the witch chided herself, even Alfred Darrow would not be so foolish.
Just to be safe, she rematerialized at her sister's elbow, firing Zelda a warm smile and Mr. Darrow a polite nod.

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