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... scent clung to the carved wood panels, to the pages of ancient Montclair ledgers. And now, it clung to Marcella’s skin as she sat opposite the former duchess, trying not to visibly flinch with every flick of Elyria’s fan.
Tap. Snap. Flick.
That damn fan.
"Tomorrow night, we are hosting a ball at Ashenholt Duchy." Elyria drawled, voice smooth and unmoved by the tension she knew she was provoking. "A Flameball in honor of the sanctity of your union."
Marcella blink ...
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