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So far, in the short period the Dowager had spent in their presence, Regina had adjusted her sitting position twice. That was how anxious the Dowager Duchess makes her. The garden house, as the stories had had it, was truly spectacular. And although she had assumed Belle's garden house was the best she had ever seen, she found it wasn't true. The house was made with glass, allowing the occupants to see what goes on on the outside, but hinders those from the outside from seeing what goes on on the inside clearly. Different flower beds had been planted on each side of the house, while a large oak table stood gigantic in the middle. Only a single chair was placed at the head, then small cushioned pillows were placed all around. The dowager sat on the chair, arms folded carefully on her lap
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