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An Apology
Cindra’s POV The maids flitted around me, crowding my small room. It was even worse that they felt the need to talk, complain, and otherwise irritate me. If I had known it would be like this, I would have just gotten ready myself. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know how to use a comb and a brush. I glanced over at the new gowns hanging in my small wardrobe as my thumb ran over the corner of the paper invitation Knox sent me. The fact that the prince had invited me out was the only reason I had the help of maids. Meet me in the garden, the note read. The words were distant, almost cold, but no less than what I had expected. The maids helped me put on the forest green dress from the Williams’s dress shop. Once it was on, the sash tied around my waist, one of the girls pulled me in front of the
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