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Grace Wallflower

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Three girls huddled together in a most unladylike fashion as the other boarding school students rushed past out the door.
“Promise me we will always be friends,” Constance whimpered.
“Of course we will,” Violet snapped.
“We are soul mates, destined to have found one another in our time of need,” Grace said.
“Ever the writer.” Violet murmured.
“What do you expect from the daughter of a publisher.”
“Better that than a gentleman farmer. I’m little more than a brood mare to him.”
“Has he found you a husband?” Grace asked.
“Unfortunately.”
“But The Season is still upon us,” Constance reminded.

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