The Heiress and Her Secrets

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Celeste Vaughn-radiant in ivory,

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dismissive, but late

els and florals worn by the other women. Her hair

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passed over Celeste's

s low enough to stay beneath the social radar

e," Celeste

rved along the rose gardens. The string quartet faded behind them.

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what you think

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said. "If yo

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roses blooming around

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as the

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ed at her lo

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aid over her shoulder. "Th

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the terrace and saw her sist

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