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Dinner had been as near a disaster as anything associated with the Choosing to date, except for, of course, Jecob’s trial, and by the time she was done and headed to her chambers, Kit was fighting tears. Not only did her mother spend the entire evening belittling her and questioning every choice she made (“Are you sure you need more gravy, Princess? Perhaps you’ve had enough. What? Another pastry for dessert?”) Cassius looked distraught. She could absolutely sympathize with his feelings, but when she tried to catch his eye, and he wouldn’t look directly at her, it occurred to Kit, not for the first time, that the trouble with choosing seven men is that six of them may feel unattended to. Despite Cassius’s assurance earlier that he understood, it still worried Kit. So did the fact that she