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... them, adorned with silver candelabras and the finest tableware, the light from the chandeliers casting a golden glow over the assembled guests.
Beatrice had been in enough formal meals to know how this would go. The De Silvas would smile, speak in measured tones, and lace every word with something sharper beneath the surface.
And she was right.
Lady De Silva had been on the attack from the moment the first course was served.
"It’s quite surprising, truly," the nob ...
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