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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.”

Lindberg in private.” Hazel suddenly spoke up. “I'll leave

put two and two together. “Yes, that's right.

“Sure. Come on in.”

the study, he asked a maid to

and knocked on the door. “Can I come

instantly, for the latter was

“Please come in!”

on the sofa, sipping

displaying a bunch of lavish evening

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

Francesca smiled

Hazel occupied the sofa across from her. The maid served her coffee and left them to their own

to say?” Francesca hated it when people tried to beat around the

heart when she realized they were all

you like them? Feel free to choose and

nonchalance merely served to increase Hazel's fury. Fortunately, Hazel was trained since young to keep her emotions in

jolted up from her seat

think you should give them to others easily,”