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Grace Wallflower

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Catherine flushed. “I merely said I would try to bring him with me.”

Victoria’s gaze never left Charles. “I was expecting him.”

“I meant no disrespect, Miss Pearson. I merely had business to attend to,” he lied.

“All is forgiven. After all, where would we be without the bank? Society would simply crumble.”

The other two girls, he had forgotten their names, nodded and said in unison, “Crumble!”

He grimaced. Why couldn’t his father have been an archaeologist?

Percy took Charles and Edmund by the arm and announced, “Sorry ladies, we’re expected elsewhere!”

Victoria gasped in outrage as they escaped.

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