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from the property representative.”

“My father is the property representative.”

The woman glanced toward me.

“No, ma’am. According to our paperwork, Ms. Bennett is.”

Vanessa turned so quickly that wine spilled over her hand.

Dad rose from his chair. “Mara, enough. Stop trying to impress strangers.”

The old instinct to shrink moved through me. It lived somewhere continue reading …