If she were her sisters it would have been easier. If Mona were her sisters she would be a force, beautiful and powerful and magic, instead of so terribly unspecial.
But his reintroduction swept those thoughts away. It was delightful, completely delightful, and Mona adored it. With a bright smile she reached out and took his hand. "Mr Christoper Turner who I promise to mostly call Kit," she said, going for her own version of a posh accent. "I'm Miss Mona Kemp, purveyor of fine teas. The pleasure is all mine. Although what," she added, still in her atrocious attempt at a fancy lady voice, "may I ask is your role in this circus of madness?"