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The next morning, Janice groaned as she came awake. She rubbed her temple and winced as she sensed a headache brewing.
She recalled doing what Margie had termed to be fun yesterday.
It wasn't her wearing a skimpy bikini to show off her backside to people in the castle nor did she seduce anyone as she had suggested.
They had a little tea party in her room yesterday. Only that it wasn't tea they had taken.
It was a brandy Margie had stolen from Jeremy's collection and hid in her bag.
Music had been played as well but was on low volume because of Prince Michael and even the dowager queen since she would term the choice of their music disapproving or vulgar.
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