“Why shouldn't I? Even if you come from a scandalous background, you remain a Larson!"

Tilda gazed down at her. “You're sorely lacking in manners and decency. As your elder sister, if your mother hasn't taught you how to behave, then it falls to me!"

Tilda stood tall and imposing.

Ivy, seething with anger, turned to the middle-aged woman behind her.

"Grab her for me!"