Emma"I don't want to be alone here," I sighed as I walked to the door. "Georgie is nice, but she doesn't understand me.""I promise to be more present, Miss Ferguson. I'm sorry for my absence," he assured, opening the door.I followed him out of the room, feeling Georgie's gaze immediately assessing us."Can we go?" she questioned, alternating her gaze between the two of us."Let's go," he led us to the door.The church wasn't far, so we walked there peacefully. Our small group attracted attention as we walked. Upon arriving, Georgie located her family, sitting with them. Henry guided me to a bench in front, where the reverend's wife was seated.I felt all eyes on me as we settled, George soon taking his place beside me, facing the other with a serious expression."I hope you're well, Miss Ferguson," he smiled friendly at me."I am, thank you, Mr. Thorpe," I frowned, strange by the interaction of the two friends."Dashwood, I believe this wasn't what we agreed upon," he whispered as
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