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She lives in the east wing and rarely comes out.”
I walked into the BBQ party soaked and covered in mud, and my fiancée’s father sneered at me, “You really look like trash.” I clenched my fists, ready to turn around and leave… when the mansion doors slowly opened.
Margaret’s sharp eyes stayed on Charles. “I heard what you said.”
Charles forced a smile. “It was only a joke.”
“No,” she replied. “It was an honest reflection of your character.”
The guests shifted awkwardly. Some looked at the ground. Others pretended to check their phones.
