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... ia’, a white-haired girl stood with her hands folded nervously.
Amelia Everhart.
Her usually regal bearing was replaced by something more subdued—more delicate.
Her crimson eyes, bright and resolute during sword practice or political debates, now flicked left and right with the awkward hesitation of someone unsure of her place.
She had been waiting for several minutes now.
She didn’t knock.
She didn’t want to be rude.
Disturbing Miss Celia ...
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