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Grace Wallflower

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Bond street was a busy place, especially during the season, when everyone returned to London from their country estates.

Percy told another joke and Charles laughed loudly. The sound caught in his throat when he spied Miss Grace Elliot stepping out of a dressmaker’s shop. He hadn’t seen her in years, not since she had gone away to school, but nothing had changed. She was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Today was the day he would finally speak to her. His heart raced.

She turned toward him.

He gasped and pulled Percy into the closest doorway.

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