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Grace Wallflower


Catherine and her friends sauntered up, but the men didn’t notice. She cleared her throat prettily.

Victoria huffed and pushed forward. “Good evening, my lord, Mr. Fitzhugh, Mr. Lancaster.”

“Ah, Miss…” Percy looked to Catherine for help. She mouthed “Pearson” behind her hand so only he could see. “Miss Pearson, how delightful to see you again.”

“Yes,” she agreed.

Charles wondered if the girl referred to herself or Percy. Then she turned her attention to himself and he gulped.

“Why didn’t you attend my mother’s tea last week, Mr. Lancaster? Catherine promised me you would.”

Charles glared at his sister.

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