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Chapter 56: Keeping Up Appearances
Chapter 56: Keeping Up Appearances
The Duchene Estate, Leighton England (1763)...
Sir Alfred Remington had been pacing quite a bit as he attempted to sift through the crowds of people well-dressed and pleased to be in attendance at the former Governor's eldest son's wedding. Casimir had quite a reputation and news of his impending nuptials and the fact that he'd been looking forward to them gave everyone pause when it came to wanting to know just who the bride had been that had garnered the attention of such an affluent and carefree young man to the point of making him want to settle down like anyone else. It was a rare thing to note that Alfred's problem child had not at all been Casimir, who was as nervous as can be about his wedding, even more so when he had not seen neither hide nor hair of his baby brother following their less than ideal run-in before the younger lad took off for parts unknown and stayed g
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