Oh, something vexed Audrey Travers all right. Several things. The first something was her mother, Anastasia Urquhart, who had deliberately, Audrey was sure, kept a very important piece of information from her daughter.
The second thing was her father and his family line, which apparently required ridiculous things of the Travers heir. Like, say, in the unlikely event that the sole heir to the family was female? She was expected to be married off to a properly pedigreed Wizard by her 22nd birthday or everything, the money and the estate, would revert to a distant male cousin.
The third thing was her twenty-second birthday, which had the audacity to be less than three weeks away.
And the fourth thing was, once again, Anastasia Urquhart for believing she was absolved for never having mentioned this little hiccup to Audrey for two reasons. One, because Audrey never went to visit her father and, two, because she had found Audrey an appropriate match. So now Auds was expected to go back to her flat, sit demurely, and wait for Yaxley to show up tomorrow and make it official. Or lose everything.
Vexed didn't really begin to cover it.
"Will," she said, her voice shaking with barely suppressed rage. "Look at me. Really look at me hard. Do I look like Mrs Xavier Yaxley to you?"