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... with a forced, melodic cheerfulness that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Olivia leaned back into the velvet upholstery of her chair, her posture radiating a calculated grace. A cold, predatory glint flickered in her gaze. "Ah, so that is how we shall play this? Pretense and masks?"
"I’m afraid I’m still at a loss as to your meaning, Your Grace," Isabella replied, her hands steady as she reached for her tea, though the air between them had grown heavy with unspoken threats.
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