g into Diana's upper
shoved her into the heavy mahogany study. Eleanor slammed th
e room was absolute. Th
Her face was pale, her perfectly applied
cross the Persian rug. "Do you have any idea what you just did? Do you know wh
ak desk. She kept her head
hing finally started
lready red. Two perfect, heavy tears spille
ing with a raw, agonizing vulnerability. "I haven't
aded photograph. It was a picture the private investigato
oto up, her hands
nway piano," Diana sobbed, her voice hitching in her throat. "And she wa
Diana's kn
ck rug. She wrapped her arms around Eleanor's legs, bur
ce, my conscience is going to rot,"
nipulation hit its mark w
her body melted into maternal panic. She quickly bent down
brushed a stray hair from Diana's wet cheek. "This isn't your fau
g her head on her shoulder. "But Candice was so
andice breathes a word of this to the press, I will perso
are still my daughter. The daughter I raised. Tomorrow, I will have the lawyers se
Diana's face stopped. The corners of her mouth
he study. She had washed her face and re
in the hallway, standing ben
er lips. She stepped into Diana's personal sp
rector," Candice demanded. "Or tomorrow morning, all of
rability vanished
tepped closer to Candice, forcing her
red, her voice devoid of
wn off balance by the
Diana mocked, reaching out to casually flick a piece of lint off Candice's Gucci
lked away, leaving Candice trem
owed Diana's path, her hands shoved deep into her pockets. She watched Diana walk away, her analytical mind carefully dissecting the te
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