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The parlor of the Bishop Manor was a battlefield of subtext. While Jane Bishop busied herself with the final details of the feast, Old Mrs. Grayson sat like a serene empress, her eyes sharp despite her warm smile. She knew perfectly well that Xavier had been at home, not the office—she had seen him pacing the halls before she left.

"Waiting at the office?" Old Mrs. Grayson chuckled