Page 82 of Iris
Like she’s the star.
Again.
Boring. Boring. Boring.
Maybe we need a new Monarch. Someone like…
Me!
I kid.
But I didn’t decide to Stitch to tell you the Monarch arrived.
I’m Stitching to dish up the dirt, baby bees.
Melanie T was caught in a clinch with someone much older and much mated if you catch my drift. Excuses coming I guarantee it.
Question is, will it be enough? Or will she have to mate her mother’s backup? (yes, her mother has a backup!)
Of course, in juicier news, someone booked a dance with Jerome, and a walk with Donegal, and when they went looking, they found her with a rough giant who punched them and ran off with her?
Who you ask?
Well, it’s not our Luxe who’s shining bright like the night sky in a blue so velvety dark (it is a velvet gown) and stars in her hair…
Nope.
It’s…
Iris Gardener!
- Queen Bee
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Iris
The woman speaking reminds me of Pen, but with a touch of the Monarch due to her no holds barred speech.
Pen is a woman full of passion, one that stays back and bides her time. This woman seems like she’d march in anywhere, do anything, and damn the consequences.
That’s Pen when she chooses her time to take up something, whether it’s confronting the Monarch who I happen to know is her sister. Or sticking up for Violet.
She adores Violet. That’s not hard to do. Violet’s perfection without the self-righteousness that comes with it. And anyone who’s on Vi’s side and has her back, is someone I love.
So I can see the passion in the woman, that same strength, but she has the sharp tongue of the Monarch, one who will tear strips off others to get her own way.
And I agree with her.
“If the Council kept to the Upper Side, to the rich enclaves only of society, then I wouldn’t give a fuck,” she says. “If these people want the rules they’ve come up with and want tosegregate themselves from us, they can.” The woman pauses. “If the Council kept out of our lives.”
“The world does need law and order,” someone pipes up. “We’ve read the history books, the ones that don’t whitewash everything into the soft focus the Council likes.”
“Exactly,” another person says. “We all want change, right?”
A cheer goes up. And a shout: “Nightshade!”
