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Grace Wallflower

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“What the devil are we doing in here?” Percy sputtered.

Charles glanced around at the colorful feathers, lace and bows. “I needed a new hat.”

Percy looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “These are ladies hats.”

“For my sister. Her birthday.” Charles stared out the window at Grace and her mother.

“What are you looking at?” Percy stepped up beside him. “Ah, the ice maiden.”

“Hmm?”

“Grace Elliot. She’s always been rather cold, don’t you think?”

“Never noticed.”

Percy snorted. “Right. So we’re not hiding from her?”

“Of course not!” Charles protested, then froze. “They’re coming this way!”

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