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2024-10-29 19:42:56Standing here brooding over my unaswered questions wasn't going to get me anywhere. Pushing myself from the column, I knew I should try to talk to Masquerade before another guest claimed his attention. Once I apologized for upsetting Garrett, I'd ask him about Robert.
After a few minutes of searching, I found Masquerade.
"Is Garrett all right?" I asked, "I'm sorry if I bothered him. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings."
"Oh no, Miss Phillips,
Emily ChristineThings are starting to get dicey for poor Jenna! What do you think will happen next? Does Lord Masquerade really let strangers into his home? How will Jenna possibly find Robert now? And is she in danger here? Comment below what you think is going to happen!
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