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... light teasing, and even Lannete’s stoic expression softened for a heartbeat as the princess piled honey cakes onto her plate.
But now, hours later, the shop felt quieter, the absence of Cassandra’s sharp wit and the princess’s bubbly energy leaving behind a lingering hollowness.
I’d spent the afternoon buried in work, reviewing inventory with Emory (who, to his credit, only stuttered twice) and sketching out plans for the "Student Survival Kits." By the time the sun began dippin ...
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