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Grace Wallflower

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Grace, Violet and Constance could hardly contain their excitement upon seeing each other again. They were reprimanded for walking too fast and talking too loud.

They did not care in the least.

The moment their mothers entered into conversation, they sneaked away to the farthest wall.

Grace whispered excitedly. “My father gave me a job!”

“He did?” Constance asked. “Doing what?”

“I’m editing the latest from Nathaniel Clark!”

Violet gasped. “The daring American explorer?”

“Is he in England?” Constance asked.

Grace nodded. “Actually, my father said he is at the ball tonight.”

Violet glanced around. “I have to meet him!”

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