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... was a movie, I was currently stuck in a period drama directed by someone who hated me.
I sat in the morning room, sunlight glaring off my tea set. Across from me, Aunt Cornelia perched on a settee like a gargoyle in black bombazine, her spine rigid, her attention fixed on her embroidery.
"You’re quiet this morning, Eleanor." Her voice sliced through my thoughts like a scalpel. "Something on your mind?"
I considered, for half a second, telling her exactly what was on my m ...
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