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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.”

Hazel

at her and immediately put two and two together.

“Sure. Come on in.”

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

to Francesca's room without hesitation and knocked on the door.

voice instantly, for the latter was always calm

“Please come in!”

sofa, sipping

maids were displaying a bunch of

took one look at the dresses before turning to Francesca. A conflicted look flashed across her eyes and disappeared quickly. Flashing a warm smile, she said, “Long time

smiled at her. “Have a

her. The maid served her coffee and left them to

Francesca hated it when

evening gowns hanging on the rack. Jealousy overwhelmed her heart when she realized they

to choose and

merely served to increase Hazel's fury. Fortunately, Hazel was

up from her seat

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