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CHAPTER 55: THE CHARITY BANQUET

Author: Hannie
last update publish date: 2026-08-07 01:36:27

​AMARA’S POV

​Morning arrived far too quickly.

​The small red apple the elderly cook had secretly pressed into my hand the previous night had done little to ease the hollow, dull ache gnawing at my stomach.

​I sat quietly in Father's library, staring at the faded ink of an open history ledger while my thoughts wandered miles away.

​A gentle knock sounded against the oak door frame.

​"Lady Amara?" Martha stepped into the room. "The dressmaker has arrived with your attire."

​I frowned, setting my
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