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Chapter 40 - The Art Of Mending
For a while we sit there in awkward silence, watching the pairs spinning on the dance floor. Even my grandparents are amongst them, as well as my aunt and uncle. Father is on the other end, dancing with a long-distant cousin, who was married off to the Himalia family. I believe her husband is here as well. “Where is Nahuel?” I ask, as I realize that I don’t spot him anywhere. And as I said, Flora and I are alone at our table. She looks around the Ballroom for a while, then simply shrugs in response. As our eyes meet, I can tell that she’s trying to figure out what I have behind my back. “No idea. Probably off with a maid or something like that. A maid would actually be a big upgrade from the girls I hear he’s been banging these days,” she responds, making me sink into an uncomforta
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