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"Ethan called, he said he wouldn't be able to make it to the dinner tonight," Charlotte announced at the dinner table, just as I took my seat.

"Poor boy, he works himself so hard. He should take a break every now and then," Mr. Jenson commented.

Oh please, I thought. If only you'd know the reason of his absence, then you'd like to retract your statement of him working hard. He must probably be snogging Heather or Carissa or whoever the hell he had a date with.

I watched the servants lay down our plates in front of us and prepare to serve us.

I narrowed my eyes at a fish curry. Or maybe he was going around thrusting his little baby making stick in unwanted places.

I made a disgusted expression, my mind filling with unholy images, which were definitely not needed at the dinner table.