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... g, silent war served with pastries and passive-aggressive nods.
Apart from a few rehearsed compliments and veiled comments, everyone hates each other.
You could cut the tension with a butter knife. I watch the three women exchange looks like dueling peacocks—beautiful, poised, and one second away from gouging each other’s eyes out with a jeweled hairpin.
The Duchess, meanwhile, looks bored out of her mind.
She finally sets her cup down with a soft clink, her expre ...
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