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30 - Hopeless

Author: Rosie Griffin
last update publish date: 2026-06-03 20:20:37
Thade led me back to the wedding celebration. The grand palace dining hall laid out with three long tables and decorated with red and white roses throughout. The scent of flowers is overwhelming, making my eyes burn as we walk through the crowd of nobility. They stand behind their chairs, cheering and clapping as we find our place at the head of the middle table.

Thade releases my hand enough to pull my chair out for me. I sink into it with a swish of skirts, tense as he waves away a footman
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