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In the days that followed that visit, all I heard about was the party coming up at Ealach. It seemed Lazlo, on his way in and out of town, had managed to flirt with a large number of young women and ask them all if they were attending. I no longer felt special. Gwen was right. He was a flirt. I was glad she had called him out on that. Besides, who was I to think he’d be interested in me? I was often told by the other girls I was too scrawny. Boys didn’t like girls like me, well, not as much anyway. In addition, Lazlo was from a wealthy family, and they had land and titles. I was a potions girl in a shop. Sure, my grandmother’s spellbook and potions were top of the line in the region, but we weren’t important people with royal connections like they were.
Still, I couldn’t get him ou
