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07 July 2014 @ 12:05 pm
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  • Mon, 02:40: Emily saw the announcement of the Prince's engagement on the message board at the market on Monday morning. Next to it was a #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:41: flier for advanced civics classes, an intense course, just three weeks, no dormitory residence required. Girls who had taken #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:42: the first class were still eligible to attend, and any new girls who had not yet studied civics were particularly welcome. #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:43: In a month there would be a ball to celebrate the Prince's weddings. Most people in the kingdom were illiterate; they #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:44: got their news from heralds, town criers and gossip. But the royal family felt it couldn't hurt to put the notices #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:45: in writing as well. Brought in a better class of girls, the Queen said. Emily had been educated at home before her mother #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:46: died, and she enjoyed catching the early edition on market days. She studied the color portraits on the news sheet, the #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:47: broad-shouldered, golden-haired prince and the slender, dark-haired fianc� with the perfect profile, and checked the flier #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:49: flier again. "Weddings," it said. Plural. The sundial in the square was showing a shadow--past sunrise. Emily barely had #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:52: time to do her errands and get home to make breakfast, but she had to risk it. She turned away from the farmers' market and #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 02:55: the grocers' shops, into a narrow, dark street, following buried memories, until she stood in front of her godmother's door. #AtSecondGlance