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I had to report first. And then ask to send my dresses.

“Actually, you needed a new one. You've already been to the balls in all these dresses.

- Nikit, I have a dozen ball gowns, each of which costs a fortune. And I don’t really care if anyone remembers that I have already been in this dress. I don't really care what you think about my dresses. And I'm not going to get new ones for the next few years. Will you send?

- Where will I go, you are my economical one. Even my wife takes an example from you.

- That's right! There is nothing to spend money on nonsense like a dress.

- Will you take Arthur as a cavalier?

− No way! I love my legs, and she still hasn't bothered to learn how to dance properly. Let Laira charm and invite to the ball.

- Who will you go with? Nikita asked slyly.

I carefully looked at the impassive face of Emil, who sat not on the bed, but in the chair next to her.

- Emil, can you dance? – he nodded – Even all these ballroom dancing? - he nodded again - So I will go w
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