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“So, Lyall," Olivia said again. “How is the latest project coming?" Olivia spoke with most of her words hidden; she was purposefully trying to exclude anyone who didn't immediately know what she was talking about. Obviously meant for Abigail, but it also excluded her mother. Though Charlotte didn't seem to mind it all that much. “Quite well, I would say," Lyall answered her earnestly. His interest seemed more in the topic; he hadn't once glanced at Olivia's breasts overflowing from her dress. Abigail thought that was very chivalrous of him. Olivia seemed to obviously disagree, straightening her position so every often, her breasts nearly falling out each time. Olivia gave a dainty laugh, placing her hand in front of her mouth. “How long do you think it would take?" Oliva asked, and the