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fair.
The sabotage began with whispers.
My aunt Janine called me on a Tuesday afternoon, breathless and accusatory.
“Savannah, is it true you’re planning to use your parents’ dinner to promote your own firm? Kimberly said you’re only doing this to get photos for your portfolio, and that you don’t care about the family at all.”
I stayed calm, but fury coiled continue reading …
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