You’re very welcome,” she said, giving my hair a hard tug. “You should be used to being gawked at by now.””And yet I’m not.””Well, if it gets too bad, give me a signal, and I’ll get up on the banquet table, toss my skirt over my head, and do a little dance. That way no one will be looking at you.

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