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Maria’s sharp eyes darted between Anne and Beatrice, her lips pressed into a thin line. Anne stood frozen, her scowl deepening with every passing second. It was clear she had no intention of apologizing, but Maria wasn’t about to let her daughter off the hook so easily. “Go on, Anne,” Maria ordered, her voice dripping with cold authority. “Apologize to Beatrice. We do not treat our guests like this.” Anne’s eyes widened in disbelief, like she couldn’t believe her mother was actually making her do this. She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze locked on Beatrice, who was standing there looking all sweet and innocent, like a little angel. That only made Anne angrier. “I don’t think I need to apologize,” Anne spat, barely able to get the words out. Her face twisted in disgust as if th
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