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... t of mourning, a stark contrast to the white ribbons Marissa had torn down the day before. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and the quiet murmur of anticipation.
Beatrice, the Dowager Duchess, sat in her chair, her face grey with grief. She looked frail, as if the news of Derek’s death had finally broken the iron will that had held the family together for decades.
Carlos stood by the fireplace, dressed in a somber black suit that fit him a little too well. He looked sol ...
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