"Juliette, bring the roast meat! Hurry up!"My adoptive mother, Martha, slapped the back of my head. Sizzling grease splashed onto the back of my hand, leaving an angry red burn."What are you standing around for?" she hissed. "Lord Crassus is here today. If you mess this up, I’ll skin you alive."Biting my lip, I picked up the silver platter and strode into the grand hall.It was brightly lit, packed with the city’s elite. My adoptive father, Gerard, wore a sickeningly flattering smile. His biological daughter, Cassia, was wearing a silk dress I could never afford, pouring wine for an old man. That old man was Lord Crassus.He was in his sixties, balding, with a massive birthmark stretching from his eye to his jaw. Every time he smiled, the birthmark twitched. I set the platter down and was about to retreat to the kitchen."Juliette, stay right there," Gerard suddenly called out.My heart dropped."Lord Crassus, this is the girl I mentioned to you," Gerard said, his face wrinkling a
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