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Grace Wallflower

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“You look like a school teacher,” Grace said.

Nate shrugged. “I suppose I am a teacher of sorts.”

Constance nodded eagerly. “Your books are quite educational.”

“Thank you.” He looked over at Violet, who was avoiding eye contact, before turning back to Grace. “Your father was the one who pointed you out to me. I understand you are my editor on this project.”

“Yes. I’ve already read the first chapter.”

He handed her his card. “You can contact me anytime you have questions.” He gave a short bow and bid them all a good evening, frowning at Violet’s turned head.

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