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9. The foiled engagement scandal

作者: Monica Wild
last update 公開日: 2025-10-16 13:24:39

“Open the door! I order you to open this door!” Enola shouted as she banged hard on her locked bedroom door. Her hand repeatedly moved the doorknob, hoping the door would open immediately, but to no avail. Her uncle took the impulsive step of stopping her from taking Clarine’s engagement.

Enola was locked in her room for three days, and even her loyal maid, Luna, was not allowed to serve her, not even to bring her a glass of water. Her cell phone was confiscated, and all her access was revoked,
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