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... r face turning pale. She froze in place.
Even the typically blunt Fiona Sutton noticed her unease.
"Nia, what’s wrong?"
Nia Mitchell regained her composure, her pale lips attempting a weak smile.
"Nothing."
She cast her gaze downwards, the hand holding her silverware trembling, struggling to pick up the food on her plate.
Had she heard wrong?
Uncle Peary had just said over the phone to his mother that, if she didn’t approve of her, he would ...
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