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... heard footsteps approaching from inside and immediately turned to hurry downstairs.
She practically flew down the stairs, terrified that if she were a second too slow, Blaze Fairchild would catch her in the act and ruin her dignified image in front of the younger generation.
Once back in the living room, Mrs. Kingston sat on the sofa, her back ramrod straight and her long neck held high, like a beautiful swan.
Footsteps echoed from the staircase. Mrs. Kingston tilted her ...
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