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Grace Wallflower

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“Was it something I said?” Percy asked, eyes wide.

“I was not hiding!”

“Pardon?”

“You’re laughing at me, admit it.”

“I am?”

“Just because I remembered my sister’s birthday at the moment I saw the hat shop does not mean I was hiding from Grace Elliot.”

“Of course not. Though I think the gentleman doth protest too much.”

“Really!”

“Not that I blame you. I don’t particularly enjoy conversing with Miss Elliot. Her responses generally consist of ‘yes’, ‘no’ and ‘hmm’. At least around you.” He lifted his eyebrow. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“I’ve noticed yours to be quite similar around her.”

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