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Vivian clenched her fists under the table as she watched William and Byron vie for Lucy’s attention. She knew that William only had eyes for Lucy, but she had never imagined that he would take her for lunch and then leave her to sit by herself. She had never, in her whole life, felt more hurt or insulted. William, she thought to herself, I thought that you were a gentleman, but you are not a gentleman! Her rage brewed and bubbled, getting hotter and hotter the longer she sat alone. There were two men and two women, and yet she sat alone. In the past, she had been ignored, but it had never been this bad before. Lucy finally announced that she couldn’t eat another bite and, when William looked at the two piles, it was plain to see that she’d eaten more shrimp from his pile than from Byron’