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... ," came her mother’s clipped voice. "You have less than two hours. The estate is hosting a tea gathering. Try not to look like you’ve been dead for a week."
Beatrice blinked against the light, still tangled in bedsheets, heart pounding from dreams she couldn’t remember. Ethel stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, already dressed in a deep burgundy gown with stiff lace along the collar.
"You’re lucky I told them you’d been ill. They think you’re recovering. Use it. Look deli ...
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