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“Oh shit Shit Shit Shit” Brooklyn’s face turned white and her laughter ceased

“What is it?”

She cowered in the corner, trying to hide behind me

“Him”

“Who?”

“Froala, him”

I thought she was talking about the MC “Yeah, I know He’s the royal announcer apparently Don’t worry He’s not going to say anything”

She shook her head “Not the old guy Him” She pointed carefully “Sebastian Roux The duke He was the one”

“The one you went hoala?” I questioned

“Yes,” she eked “Shit What if he sees me?”

“Is that bad?”

I still had no idea what happened with her the night of the gala On the rare occasions we had seen each other since, ere so short on tiet the details eventually, but not like this in a room full of hundreds of people

“It’s terrible”

I looked at Brooklyn “Did he do so?” I orried “Did he hurt you?”

“Oh God no Nothing like that No, he wasn’t like that” She gulped “He sawover”