Edmund glanced at Percy, distracted. “Me too, what?”
“You fancy Miss Maypole.”
“He always has,” Charles said.
Edmund spun on Charles. “What? How did you know?”
“I did wonder,” Percy said. “You were always teasing her. Never missed an opportunity to say something rude to her.”
“I loved watching her blush,” Edmund admitted. “She was so shy, but I couldn’t act like I cared for the girl. I would’ve been a laughingstock.”
“Now’s your chance, gentlemen. You shall casually stroll around the room and throw them a smile. Nothing more, mind you. You must be subtle.”
Charles and Edmund nodded.