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ELEVEN | WHAT CUTS YOU
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Nadia, wait!" The head chef stopped me at the entrance to the main hall.
I asked her early in the morning about taking a day off today to avoid seeing Ian. Instead of approving my leave, she gave me an earful about taking yesterday off. So I just disappeared without waiting for her permission.
"Where the hell were you all day? Did you resign from your job without telling me?"
"I am sorry, something came up, and I couldn't come back any sooner."
"What came up? You look like you played with the pigs in th---" She stopped when she saw Ian return from the stables, looking muddier than me.
"Oh my! Your Highness. I will let Nancy have someone run the bath for you."
He nodded and walked away. She grabbed me by the arm before I could escape for a shower.
"Why do you both look like this?" She asked in a low whisper.
"The Prince picked me up when I was on my way back, and we fell off his horse."
"Oh really!" I was startled when I
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