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Stella peered into the car.
Emma was sitting with her hands on her lap, her face a little pale. Right, Emma said, finally following them onto the sidewalk. The driver, a muscular redheaded man, walked around to the back of the limo and opened the trunk. Emma brought her fingers to the platinum chain around her neck and played with it nervously. I have something to tell you. Lola spun around and set the carrier on the sidewalk.
Heath Bar mewed again. Do we each get our own floor? No… Emma answered slowly, resting her hands on the front of her dark wash A. This is brilliant, mum, really. Stella wondered if it had a garden out back or one of those funny lap pools where you could swim forever and always stay in the same place. The driver set the four Louis Vuitton suitcases on the sidewalk.
Stella grabbed the handle of one of the smaller ones, ready to break down the door. Stella… Her mom rested a hand on her shoulder to stop her. This way you can start Ashton Prep with the girls on Monday. Stella squeezed the suitcase handle tight, the leather sticky against her skin. Stella looked back at the house, her head spinning. There was a small gold plaque above the mailbox, engraved with the word sloane.
She peered inside the front window. The foyer was all white marble, with a massive staircase and an ornate silk chair that looked like it had been stolen from Versailles. In one of the top windows a girl peered out from behind the curtain. Lola clapped her hands together quickly in front of her face, the way she always did when she was excited.
A man opened the door and walked out onto the stone steps. He was in his late forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a tanned, chiseled face. He wore a crisp blue button-down shirt and burgundy penny loafers. You must be Stella, Winston said, reaching out his hand. Stella kept her arms firmly at her sides.
No way. She turned to step back inside the limo, but it was already pulling away from the curb. She could make a run for it. The girl had disappeared from the window. She let go of her Louis Vuitton carryall and it fell to the sidewalk with a thud.
Winston took her limp hand in his and shook it up and down for a good ten seconds, smiling like he was a little dim. Cate Sloane tucked her dark brown hair behind her ears and studied herself in the white-framed full-length mirror. Her navy Tory Burch shift with the silver logo button near the collar whispered, Most Likely to Succeed. She threw a kelly green cashmere cardigan over her shoulders, but it made her feel like she was celebrating St. Nothing was right anymore. This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
We have attended weddings and baby showers. Enlarge cover. The spine may show signs of wear. Subscribe to: Post Comments Atom. They are vibrant, strong, and engaged parents. Possible clean ex-library copy, with their stickers and or stamp s. I have a tendency to root for the underdog, and in this book, she definitely is.
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