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Grace Wallflower

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After the girls waved goodbye to Nate, Grace turned to Violet. “You were uncharacteristically silent.”

“He just wasn’t who I was expecting,” she murmured.

Constance nodded. “You were looking for a great hulking mountain man.”

“I think Nate was very pleasant,” Grace said.

“And handsome!”

Violet pouted. “Let’s stop talking about him, please. I need to find a husband before I’m foisted off on some aging land baron.”

“We cannot allow that!” Constance declared.

“No,” Grace agreed. “We must help Violet find a handsome young husband.”

Constance scanned the room, before facing Violet with a grin. “What about Mr. Clark?”

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