Chapter 3

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"Hey girls, come in!" Tetia waves us over to the small table of the parlour.
"We were just talking about the ball next week."

"Ball?" I ask, sitting down next to Tetia and opposite Lumière.

Secré sits down opposite Tetia, completing the square.

"Yeah, for my birthday," Lumière takes a tea.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, on the twelfth."

"That's crazy. My birthday's on the fifteenth."

"Well, the ball isn't actually on my birthday. It's a little earlier, on the ninth, I think, right Tetia?" He looks over at his sister.

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