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Chapter 38: The Patriarch’s Summons

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-04-17 16:23:39

The envelope arrived on a Tuesday.

Isabella found it on her desk when she arrived at work creamy white paper, no return address, her name written in calligraphy so elaborate it took her a moment to decipher. Inside was a single card, embossed with the Thorn family crest.

Miss Davenport,

You are requested to attend dinner at the Thorn estate this evening at seven o'clock. Transportation will be provided. Dress formally.

A. Thorn

Isabella stared at the card, her heart pounding. Alexander Thorn. T
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