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May, the lobby was the kind of quiet that had been carefully engineered. Marble caught daylight from the high windows. A pianist—not the one from the wedding—played something small and unobtrusive on the grand.
At the concierge desk, a silver-haired man with very straight posture looked up and said, “Miss Whitfield.”
“You remember me?”
“I have a respectable continue reading …
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