" Miss Temple, perhaps you will demonstrate the proper curtsy for us?"

Without ado, Cecily temple, She Who Can Do No Wrong, settles to the floor in a long, slow, graceful arc that seems to defy gravity. It is a thing of beauty. I am hideously jealous.

"Thank you, Miss Temple."

Yes. Thank you, you little demon beast. May you marry a man who eats garlic with every meal. "

― Libba Bray , The Sweet Far Thing (Gemma Doyle, #3)