of the chandelier, laden with porcelain plates and sparkling
ndled the complex array of cutlery with an ease that seemed
She dabbed her lips with a linen
Montana," she began, her voice dripping with false
insinuation that Ira wa
e. "Candace, don't worry about that. We'll
ere is she going to go? She can't just stay home." She turned her gaze to Sterling. "Uncle, you're not thinking of sending her to one of
silent signal of her agreem
ced her napkin on the table
cutting his steak, but his voice cut through the ten
fe and fork. He looked directly at
ent at Westwood Preparatory Academy,"
on Candace's face
nia. Its admission standards were notoriously brutal. Candace herself had only gotten
ng its composure. "That's impossible! The
"For the Vaughan family," he said c
ut the authority beh
ealousy. Even Eleanor raised a surprised eyebrow
d over and squeezed Ira's hand. "Oh, that's w
if being handed a spot at the most exclusive school
nfuriating to Candace than
"The curriculum at Westwood is college-level. If she can't
er cousin. Her eyes were calm, c
eld a strange, unshakable cer
ed a silk pillow against the wall in a fit of rage. She
an on a nobody from Montana. Her nam
ew desk. An email notification had popped up
read: [Official S
ngle number was dis
perfec
ened the thick, leather-bound notebook and began to read her medical notes, the complexities o
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