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... recisely seven o’clock, and I felt the shift in the house’s bones.
Adelaide Chase stepped out of her carriage like she owned the street. Dove gray silk, not a wrinkle in sight. She moved toward the door like she had never once questioned whether she belonged.
I turned from the window and smoothed my midnight skirts.
Okay. Let’s make the night interesting.
The dining room was a stage. Adelaide sat to Casimir’s right. Aunt Cornelia took his left, close enough to whi ...
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