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Grace Wallflower

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Catherine clasped Grace’s hands. “I begged Mama to send me to St. Anne’s with you, but she thought it was…”

Grace shook her head. “Say no more. I know she wants only the best for you, not the most affordable, like mine.” She smiled sadly.

“Catherine!” Victoria snapped. “We are expected elsewhere.”

“Yes! Expected elsewhere,” Angelina and Wilhelmina parroted.

“Apologies, ladies. Duty calls.” Catherine rolled her eyes.

Grace understood duty, something her mother demanded of her. Hopefully she would be able to convince her father to talk to mother about the business. She had no desire to be a wife.

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