Chapter 11 What are you thinking?

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Standing first, Mason pulls me to my feet, steadying me when I wobble. I stretch my arms with a yawn, tired though I'm well-rested. Sheila and Maeve must be panicking at home, worried, not because they miss me but because they don't have their maid to dress them up for today.

"Why are you smili...

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