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... ment to old money and generational judgment.
Massive iron gates swung open to reveal a winding driveway lined with ancient oaks that cast long, imposing shadows. At the end of the manicured tunnel sat the main house—a sprawling Neoclassical mansion of white limestone, towering columns, and endless rows of sash windows that seemed to be inspecting Aria’s fashion choices from three hundred yards away.
It looked like a museum where laughter went to die.
Aria stepped out of t ...
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