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catalogues don’t exist and dressmakers and jewelers cannot reach. what is with that getup? truly. ”

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be removed at once, but to the matter of my father’s summoning, I’d be causing a fuss that won’t permanently remove you from my life, so let us get the pleasantries over with. I am Lady Rovena Demane. If you are unaware of me then I’ll take to assume you’ve lived under a rock where

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with the poise of learned etiquette all show signs of a proper lady leaving the guest of the hour promptly useless. well, useless if not for the expressly openness of Rovena’s aggressive manner.

“ don’t just stand there like a hallway decoration in the doorway. in or out. I’d prefer you

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nose-rubbing keeper. he must’ve known to keep you in the dark for specifications. poor thing, ” she drawls out with soured condescension. gentle curves of carefully maintained curls and welcoming gown hemmed perfectly with colors most flattering for fair skin and pale strands paired

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there is no pleasing a beastly woman like she. tread carefully lest you find fine china hurling at your head.

contradicting exists as Lady Rovena. you cannot be a pushover but you must do everything she demands. she requires nothing of you but if you want her respect and goodwill then you must bring gifts with thought.

noble lady, distinguished and fair, born to Grand Duke and Duchess Demane after her eldest three brothers during the declining season of autumn. behaviors left unchecked and wanting for nothing, she becomes a woman controlled by temper without any marvel to her eye.