![]() ![]() She closed her eyes, giving in to the pull of her childhood home, of being reprimanded for chasing her cousin Louis down empty hallways. The white gossamer wisps billowed like ghosts as she glided past. Indoors, the lobby stretched from end to end, dotted with massive white columns, flickering lights, and floor-to-ceiling curtains that reminded Marie of Versailles. They exited the Bentley and, after tipping the valet, ascended short steps past the porch with its beckoning white sofa. Marie smiled and brushed a light kiss on her forehead. “ But you miss me when you go out alone.”Ībby was so protective you’d think she was the vampire and not the other way around. You should be home with your books and not out with me all evening.” ![]() Marie leaned over the gearshift and cupped her chin. “ Yes, of course you do.” With her confession in the open, Abby’s shoulders sagged. But she clamped down on her emotions, so Abby didn’t read disappointment on her face.Ībby took a deep breath and blurted, “I’m not pregnant.” “Are you ready?”Ībby nodded, but didn’t move. Sliding in behind a glossy red Carrera, she killed the engine and turned in her seat to study her great-granddaughter, eight generations removed. Marie Josette d’Orgemont maneuvered her black Bentley out of the South Beach traffic and onto the hedge-encased driveway of the Delano Hotel. ![]()
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