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She lives in the east wing and rarely comes out.”
I walked into the BBQ party soaked and covered in mud, and my fiancée’s father sneered at me, “You really look like trash.” I clenched my fists, ready to turn around and leave… when the mansion doors slowly opened.
Margaret’s sharp eyes stayed on Charles. “I heard what you said.”
Charles forced a smile. “It was only a joke.”
“No,” she replied. “It was an honest reflection of your character.”
The guests shifted awkwardly. Some looked at the ground. Others pretended to check their phones.
Margaret slowly walked to me continue reading …
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