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Maggie has a shower and gets dressed into the clothes that Astrid laid out for her. Maggie sits down while Astrid applies her makeup and does her hair. By the time Maggie is walking down the stairs she is looking like a sophisticated lady. Outside, she looks perfect but she is riddled with nerves, seeing Connor again, hearing what he says to her and the way she feels less than nothing in his presence, adding that b*tch that nearly killed her into the mix and Maggie knows that she won’t be able to keep composure. Astrid grips Maggie’s hand, feeling the tension in her. “It is okay, I will help you” Maggie smiles half-heartedly, her mother is beautiful and fashionable, but she is hardly intelligent, she is so meek and never goes against anyone. Simon has held Astrid back for so long that