It’s set: Saturday morning, Breakfast at Wimbledon:
Jane Eyre
VS HER SISTER, HER ENEMY, HER FELLOW INSUFFERABLE DIVA …..
Faramir
Smack away, ladies!
(Where IS Jane?? Someone smack for her, if nothing else, ‘kay?)
Good luck and good matches, brats.
Jane is here! She’s just been overwhelmed with um, governessing and wondering what the hell that noise is in the attic!
“Reader, I slaughtered him.”
YAY, Jane is here! Back from begging on the moors or something!
Sal — Hahahahahaha! A different ending, to be sure.
Ok – If I were in the game, I would want to be one of these two:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1031062/Faceless-aliens-spotted-crowd-Wimbledon.html