Chapter 12 CHAPTER TWELVE

ROSALINDA

Morning. 10AM.

I was rudely awakened, not by the gentle rays of the morning sun, but by the frantic whispering and rustling of my maids.

"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My usually impeccable bedchamber looked like a storm hit them, with gowns strewn about and ...

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