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CHAPTER 53

Author: Annabel Everly
last update publish date: 2026-09-11 22:02:20

Armida's POV

Florence had outdone herself.

The table was set with more food than six people could reasonably eat — the plainer soup Demetrius had asked for, yes, but also roasted vegetables, a spread of bread, something with rosemary that made the whole kitchen smell like it belonged in a different, more expensive kind of restaurant — and my mother's eyebrows went up the second she saw it.

"This is lunch?"

"Florence doesn't really do small," I said.

"I like her already."

We settled around the t
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