" What could you have been thinking?” Iris demanded a mere moment later, advancing on Bram with her hands on her hips. “You have, in case you’ve forgotten, a castle filled with local Tarrytown folk, your grandmother in residence, no less, as is a young lady whose identity we were supposed to be protecting.” She stopped right in front of him and actually poked him with her finger. “Why would you have chosen this particular time, and this”—she gestured to the storage room at large—“particular place to try to woo Miss Plum? A lady, if you’ll recall, who we’ve told all those gathered is your cousin, which makes all this”—she gestured around the room again—“seem rather tawdry.” “She’s supposed to be a distant cousin,” Bram reminded her. “And one with a wart and no teeth,” Ruby added, her lips curving ever so slightly. “I don’t believe you’re helping my situation,” Bram muttered. “Goodness, you’re right. "

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