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Fiona pulled her hair up in a twist securing it with a crystal barrette. She sighed a little as she compared her fake accessories with the real diamond ones the other ladies in the first class coaches were going to be draped in at dinner. She made a face at herself in the mirror and shrugged. She mimicked her mother’s voice, “Don’t be getting above your station, luvvie. It’ll lead to heartache.”
With one last look at the mirror, Fiona smoothed an errant piece of hair down and picking up her shawl and key, walked out of her compartment and straight into Win himself.