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Jason?”
    “Oh, no. I just feel completely embarrassed and totally foolish because I believed he was interested in me.” She cringed at the humiliation dripping through her veins. “I'm sure I've been this embarrassed before. I just don't want to remember when. I can't face seeing those people again, and I know some of the same ones will be wherever you're sending me.”
    “When you fall off a horse, the best thing to do is get right back on,” Katie said firmly.
    Wilhemina's stomach churned. “I think cookies would be better for me right now. I hid two packages in my room before Patricia and Daddy left. I may eat both of them tonight.”
    Katie sighed, and her eyes filled with sympathy. Wilhemina appreciated the kindness, but she was tired of people feeling sorry for her. Her throat closed up and she felt her eyes burn with the threat of tears. “Please don't pity me,” she whispered.
    Katie bit her lip. “You are a good person, Wilhemina. Any man in his right mind would be lucky to have you. You deserve to be treated much better than you were tonight.” Katie paused. “Which is why you and I are going to have a margarita party.”
    “Margarita?” Wilhemina echoed. “I don't believe I've ever had one.”
    “Then it's definitely time,” Katie said. “You get into your most comfortable pajamas, pick out your favorite music, and I'll be back up lickety-split.”
    “Lickety-split,” Wilhemina echoed at the slight drawl she heard in Katie's voice.
    Katie's eyes shifted, and Wilhemina couldn't quite read the expression. “An expression my mother occasionally used. She's dead,” Katie said before Wilhemina could ask.
    “I'm sorry,” Wilhemina automatically said.
    “That's okay. Dying hasn't kept her from voicing her opinions,” Katie muttered and turned away, leaving Wilhemina in a state of confusion.
    Fifteen minutes later and dressed in a nightshirt, Katie thumped Wilhemina's door with her foot while she juggled the tray of margaritas and water. The strains of Lee Ann Womack plaintively singing about her latest heartbreak wafted through the door.
    Wilhemina opened the door to her suite and gaped at her. “You look pretty with your hair down. You should wear it that way more often.”
    Katie shook her head and set the tray down on an antique mahogany table beside a chaise longue. “I like it up. Keeps it out of my way.” She picked up one of the margaritas and presented it to Wilhemina. “Try it. It will turn your head around,” Katie said.
    Wilhemina took a big gulp and her eyes widened. “That's strong,” she said, licking the salted rim of the glass. “But good. I like the salt.”
    Scanning the room as she picked up her own drink, Katie noticed a half package of cookies already demolished. Wilhemina must be feeling pretty miserable, and Katie couldn't blame her. She also, however, didn't have the luxury of time to allow Wilhemina to fall into a funk. Katie was still determined to find a man for Ivan's daughter, and she was not looking forward to admitting to Michael Wingate that he had been correct about Jason Page. She always felt like she had to be on her toes around him. He seemed to enjoy goading her, and his superiority drove her to the edge. She was starting to have wild fantasies about mud splattering his perfect suits and shoes. She would love to see a gravy stain on his tie.
    Darlin’, if you're gonna have fantasies about that man, I can make a few suggestions, Katie heard her mother say, and rolled her eyes. Shut up, Mom.
    Katie took a long drink from her margarita and placed a glass of ice water on a coaster on the antique table. “Sip some water every now and then. It'll keep you from becoming dehydrated,” she said and noticed Wilhemina looking at an old photograph of a beautiful brunette. “Who's that?”
    “My mother,” Wilhemina said. “Isn't she lovely? I wish I looked like her.”
    Katie looked at the photograph and Wilhemina. The two bore very little resemblance. “I