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Shall We Dance?
Aspen’s POV “This has to be the most beautiful fabric I’ve ever seen!” Scarlett gushed as she made little adjustments to the gown I’d chosen for the ball. “And so soft! I’m telling you, Winter Harvest is the place to be. I’ve met so many nice people.” Six other blue gowns lay on the bed and Scarlett had said the same of every one of them. The fabric was soft indeed and finer than anything I’d ever worn. But my mind wasn’t really on dresses. Or the ball. “These shoes! Have you seen the shoes? Oh, these earrings will go perfectly with this dress. They almost match your necklace!” Scarlett continued, rooting through a selection of jewels Queen Bianca had sent up for me. From what I’d learned about my sisters, it was obvious to me that each piece was taken from one of their private collecti
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