de and t
rested her head against the cool glass, feeling as if she were shedding a skin. The silence in t
ew home. A new life. The
r. "Mrs. Carlisle, I thought you should know-Mr. Sterling had a w
, opening her eyes. "T
amusement flickered across Benson's features. "The mast
tates. A Ferrari. She wasn't sure
the way," Benson added, his tone offhand
ler in the mirror. "H
he already suspected. Mr. Sterling described you as, and I quote, 'a bit of
hinking of the slap, the stunned
ne mansion spread across the landscape, its windows catching the
ow murmur, then said to Stella, "The master
magnificent stone mansion, surrounded by acres of lawns that rolled dow
ed to Mr
rust," the butler explained smoothly. "Mr. Carlisle reta
stepped into another world. She followed Mr. Benson through the
ll mahogany doors, pushed
. Carlisl
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