She Who Dances Alone

She Who Dances Alone

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Hidden from society her entire life, Seraphina Rosendale steps into the glittering world of the Ton with secrets stitched into every hem of her gown. Outspoken, dreamy, and utterly unprepared for the games of court and title, she must navigate whispers, expectations, and the delicate balance between who she was told to be-and who she truly is. I don't own the rights of Bridgerton but I only own my characters.
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