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But she composed herself.

‘Wooo is waiting,’ the countess said through

gritted fangs. ‘Change your dress and then you

had better be downstairs in two minutes.’ She

swiftly left the room.

Amelia sighed and slumped on to the floor.

‘Oh, Squashy,’ she said sadly. ‘I don’t think

Mum knows me at all.’