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"The footmen will get it," Lady Julianne said. "It’s alright, Liv. Leave the fork."
Under the table, at least no one was staring at her. Liv sucked in a breath and held it. In, hold, out. It was usually so good for calming her down, but sooner or later she was going to have to sit up, and the thought of doing that filled her with panic. The longer she hid, the more she must look like an idiot.
Liv left the fork on the floor, wherever it had tumbled off to, ...
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