You should be grateful, my girl.
You have no dowry, and I am doing everything I can to get you settled.
You are hardly any man's dream.
Alina's brother, Milos, pulled his face into a perfect copy of Aunt Marci's sour expression, primly pursing his mouth.
He had got her querulous tone just right.
I pinched my lips together, trying not to laugh.
But it was true; Aunt Marci had already introduced me to several suitors.
So far I had managed to decline their suits politely.