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Chapter Seventeen - "From my hand to yours"
“Is it poisonous?” Justine shied away from the plant as though it would bite her. Willow rolled her eyes at the teenager. “Have you lived indoors your whole life?” “Nearly so! I was always minding the little ones while my mother worked.” “More’s the shame. Besides, do you think the duke would cultivate a poisonous plant in his kitchen gardens?” Justine sniffed and smoothed her skirts. “Well, you never can tell with Royals. Mother says they’ve nothing better to do with their time than create mischief and intrigue.” Willow laughed out loud. “Well, that may be true, but you better not let Mrs. Short hear you talking like that!” “I wouldn’t dare!” Justine leaned closer to the flower. “So, what is it?” “Borage. Or some call it Starflower.” Willow plucked one of the
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