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... irty Minutes and Seven Pastries Later]
Lucien had just devoured his second lemon tart. Seraphina was slowly dismantling a biscuit like it had personally insulted her lineage.
And Empress Elise?
She was sipping her tea with the calm grace of a woman who knew her schemes were genius and her hair immaculate.
Birds chirped.
Butterflies fluttered.
The silverware sparkled ominously.
And the air—the air thickened with the weight of suspen ...
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