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Too Late to Be There

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That evening, the Valancourts and Lysander sat down to dinner together in the grand dining room of Valancourt House, and Celestine watched from her seat at the table as the man who had been waiting for her for years made himself at home with her family like he had always belonged there.

The dining room was warm and golden, lit by candles and the soft glow of the chandelier that had hung above this table. The walls were lined with portraits of Valancourt ancestors, stern faced men and soft smile
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Why is it thst suddenly Celestine's father built their empire from mothing whe before it was mentioned about the grest grandfather etc passing on the heritage. Also why is Lysander alone at the front for the funeral? He has a sister who's 2 or so years younger.
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