I shudder and take a step away from Lord Giroux. What in the name of God was I thinking, blurting that out? “I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m just very confused. I don’t know what you and your father want from me, and the people here, they’re strange.” Shut up! Some part of my mind screams. I listen to it. Lord…
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“I can’t wear this,” I say into the mirror. Henrietta clasps her hands behind me, her expression pleading. “Oh, but you look divine.” I eye my reflection. She convinced me to try on the red dress, and now that I’m in it, she refuses to help me out of it. It’s a violent shade of crimson, unadorned with the usual…
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