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</div><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Rikkie nearly jumped when she unexpectedly heard a woman ask if she was waiting for someone.  Hopefully, she didn't look like she'd been taken by surprise, or at least that she didn't look scared.  The woman who had surprised her was Miss Widcombe's lady assistant, Miss Corne.  It was good to see another woman that wasn't a blonde, but Rikkie wouldn't admit that out loud to any of the Widcombes or other people here.<br/>
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She turned, gave Miss Corne a respectful bow and answered the lady's question, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Yes, Miss Corne, but no one in particular.  The drivers may wish to come in if the weather gets worse.  Young Mr. Widcombe mentioned that someone named Ethan might be arriving, too."</span><br/>
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Miss Corne approached Rikkie more closely.  She was looking Rikkie over and it had the effect of making Rikkie feel nervous.  Had Rikkie missed something when she'd gone to the library, to check her appearance in the glass?<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Rikkie, was it?"</span> asked Miss Corne.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"Yes, Miss."</span> she answered in the affirmative.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Oh, could you turn around for a moment?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Miss Corne requested.<br/>
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<i>'Oh God!'</i>  Thought Rikkie, <i>'I did miss something when I went to look in the glass!'</i><br/>
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Rikkie's head fell forward, her chin falling into her flat chest and she slowly began to turn in place for Miss Corne.<br/>
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Karl casually put Lucia's card into his suit jacket's inner front pocket.</span></span>