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The girl had subtly placed this sphere in her hand—not the one she had actually touched.

What exactly was Elliot playing at? If this was his doing.

Kath’s eyes caught the moment Brenda entered the hall. She was wearing different clothes.

The Duchess didn’t even want to imagine why she had changed. There was no point denying it—she was drowning in useless, bitter jealousy.

Amid laughter and jokes, Brenda was called to pick in the draw.

A rather defeated thought was forming in Katherine’