" Stopping beside Bram as he rose to his feet, she sent him a lovely smile and reached up to pat his cheek. “I’m so glad you’ve abandoned that patch, dear. You have such a handsome face—though the patch did lend you a rather rogue-about-town appearance.” She patted his cheek again in a very grandmotherly fashion. “Do be sure to avoid the patch subject if at all possible the next time you’re with Lucetta, though. I’m fairly sure you don’t actually have a reasonable explanation as to why you were wearing it, and it won’t earn you her esteem if she decides you’re too peculiar.” “How do you know I want to earn Miss Plum’s esteem?” he asked slowly. “You’d be a fool not to, dear, and I’m your grandmother—we know everything, especially as pertains to our grandchildren, as well as their love—” Whatever else she’d been about to say got lost when Iris suddenly let out a loud huff, shot to her feet, and advanced toward them with a look on her face that had Bram longing to make a hasty retreat. “It’s "

― Jen Turano , Playing the Part (A Class of Their Own, #3)