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... ade every sip of tea feel like a slow descent into madness.
Penelope, who had tried to publicly ruin Verena just a week ago, was now sitting at the same table, pinky raised, daintily sipping floral oolong like she hadn’t tried to emotionally suplex her.
The development was way too fast.
It felt like the story had skipped a few pages just to throw them into a "tense tea party reconciliation" arc. And yet, Verena had invited her.
Clarina and Beatrice were frozen lik ...
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