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Chapter 15

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Hunger was a hollow ache, but the frustration simmering in my gut was far sharper.

I stood in the center of the walk-in closet of the East Suite, surrounded by a fortune in silk, wool, and velvet, and I had never felt more like a pauper. Every dress I pulled from the rack hung off my frame like a sail on a broken mast. The waistlines were inches too wide; the bodices sagged where I should have filled them out.

"Dammit," I hissed, throwing a slate-grey slip dress onto the floor.

It was a beautif
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