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... a accepted hers gracefully, biting into the crystalized violet with perfect calm. The sweetness broke across her tongue like glass.
Inside, she thought, It tastes like pride. Bitter, even beneath the sugar.
But outwardly, she smiled faintly, dabbing her lips with her napkin. "Lovely," she murmured.
Across the table, Irene sat rigid, shoulders stiff, her rose petal untouched.
Beatrice’s tea, Abigail’s violets, Irene’s roses—the air was now saturated with rivalry, t ...
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