Grace’s face reddens. She turns to look at me, expecting me to intervene. “Are you just going to stand there and let him talk to me like that?” she demands. I smooth out my suit. “I can sit down if you prefer.” Arya lets out a strangled giggle, and so does Alice. “Well, thanks for coming. It is appreciated.” Grace turns around, fuming, then stomps her way back to her mother and a cluster of her friends. Christian elbows me, gesturing with his drink toward her. “Remind me what you see in her again?” “Beauty. Elegance. Lack of submission.” “You know who also fits this bill?” Alice yawns. “A
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