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“I know you’ll both call me a romantic,” Gillian said softly, interrupting her thoughts and calling her attention. “But sometimes, gentlemen do horrid things. And make rotten choices that hurt a person. Phoebe,” she reminded them, looking back and forth between her friends. “My sister. But then they’ll have these moments,” she clasped her hands to her chest. “These grand gestures that prove their love and worth.”

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Book:To Enchant a Wicked Duke
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