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... on to seep into the air again, for a few of the closer guests to pretend they weren’t listening while tilting slightly in their silks and formal collars.
Then Misty exhaled, lips curving into something brittle.
"You are a really ungrateful child," she said, not loud—but loud enough. The kind of sentence meant to wound and be heard. "You wouldn’t have survived your first decade without me. And now, dressed in borrowed silk, you dare stand here like any of this was your doing?"
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