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qDonald rushed up the stairs, but behind him, Hazel halted in her tracks.

She overheard Norah ordering the maids to prepare the evening gowns and the stylists to dress Francesca up.

Something occurred to her, and her expression changed drastically. She seemed flustered.

“Ms. Atkinson!”

Suddenly, Sean's voice cut her thoughts short. She came back around and schooled her expression into a calm one before meeting Sean's gaze. “Yes, Sean?”

“Mr. Lindberg is waiting for you in the study room. This way, please.”

Sean gestured for Donald and Hazel to follow him upstairs.

They walked past Francesca's room. The maids were showing Francesca the evening gowns, and she seemed shocked. “What's going on? Why do I have to pick one?” she asked.

“You'll be Mr. Lindberg's partner for the banquet tonight.”

Hearing that, Hazel froze momentarily. Surprised, Donald demanded, “What's going on? Is Mr. Lindberg bringing her to Mr. Adams' banquet?”

“Well...” Sean seemed stumped. Instead of answering the question, he knocked on the door of the study room and pushed it open. “This way, please.”

in private.” Hazel

together. “Yes, that's right. I shall talk to Danrique in

“Sure. Come on in.”

Donald into the study, he asked a maid to bring Hazel to

and knocked on

the latter was always calm and

“Please come in!”

was lounging on the sofa, sipping on

maids were displaying a bunch of lavish

her eyes and disappeared quickly. Flashing a warm smile, she said,

well.” Francesca smiled at

across from her. The maid served her coffee and left them to

hated it when people tried to

gowns are gorgeous.” Hazel glanced at the dozens of evening gowns hanging on the rack. Jealousy overwhelmed her heart when she realized they were all custom-made. “I've been wanting to preorder them, but Mr. Lindberg reserved them for you before I

you like them? Feel free to choose and take anything you like,” Francesca replied

Hazel's fury. Fortunately, Hazel was trained since

jolted up

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