QUOTE : I am. I am perpetually filled with woe.” Only then did she crane her head, her lips curling up and her<br />eyes narrowing at her cousin. “Aren’t you supposed to be onstage next?”<br />Rosalind Lang shrugged and crossed her arms, the jade bangles on her slender brown wrists clinking<br />together.<br />“They cannot begin the show without me,” Rosalind scoffed, “so I am not worried.