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“Gracie,” Hugh stopped a very rich, older female Almighty as she walked past. “I’m so glad you made it.” This was one of the few times tonight he’d said that and had actually meant it.
“Hugh.” She gave him a half-hug. “It’s so good to see you.” Her smile stretched the red arrow birthmark on her cheek, making it quiver like it’d been shot from a bow. “Your mother would be so proud of you.”
“Thank you.” It was a kind thing to say and probably true, but he still wanted tonight to end. The party was a success, but he was miserable. Trinity should be here at his side. He wanted to proclaim to the world that she was his, and that inequalities between the classes would not be tolerated. Instead, he was here by himself wishing he were somewhere else.
“Your school idea is brilliant,”
