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When Aurora received the text message from Gracelyn, she replied promptly: "Well, thank you…” “My sister, Feulliage, has a mischievous nature,” Gracelyn replied. She always has and she likely always will. It will be the death of her, I am sure, if she doesn’t learn to restrain herself.” "I think that it is pretty cute," wrote Aurora. Gracelyn: “It may be cute on a fifteen year old, but it will be more than a nuisance once she is an adult. And what husband will want her then?” Aurora smiled softly as she texted back and forth with Gracelyn from the comfort of her hammock. In her previous life, with Caldwell as her husband, it seemed that she had no support. In truth, she hadn’t even been able to count on herself. In her last life she had been forced to marry Caldwell. In this life she