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Giselle
thought of her grandfather, his life long tutor and how he had entrusted her care to him. He remembered well. Rommel had watched her grow up, fall down, lose teeth and at last begin to bloom. Now he watched as young men slithered around her at gatherings and it began to drive him crazy. He watched Giselle laugh at the young gentlemen and flirt; she had no idea the depth to her appeal. How could she be aware of how sexy her her neck looked when her hair was up, or...