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I sat there at the table for longer than I ever wanted, listening to conversations that I knew nothing about. In a weird way, I liked that I was included, but I didn't want to be here at the same time.

Maggie and Adam were talking about some sort of ceremony in a month's time, my Aunt Adelaide had left the table to talk with Leah and Charlotte about dresses being altered or something. So I was left alone to wonder when I would be able to leave, I was dreadfully tired still, my body even sorer right now than it was a few hours ago. I had eaten enough to fill my stomach for now, and all I wanted to do was go back to my appointed room to be alone. But that didn't seem to be an option.

"Isabella," James's voice spoke from beside me, "nice to see you alive." I turned to look at him, "If this is your version of conversation, please, go make it with someone else." I rolled my eyes. Something about James made my blood boil, he was just naturally annoying for some reason. I heard Adam snort,