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A few minutes after my light lunch, a servant comes for me. Martino wants his lesson. I press my lips together, worry beginning to build in my stomach. We left the last lesson on a terrible note. He didn't even bother to attempt to assign me any work. I'd proven him multiple times that there was no point. However, I was able to read the book that he assigned me a few days ago. While it certainly wasn't something I would have picked out myself, it was interesting. I feel like I would be able to answer a few questions about it, if he bothers asking. Cassandra begins to prepare me. Though she knows how to tie up the bodices and arrange the hoopskirts, use the makeup brushes and powders, it's clear that she hasn't had nearly as much practice as Camille or Grace. Where their hands would have
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