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19 — HER INHERITANCE…

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ASTRID

Two minutes ago, I was shocked to my bones. But now, I’m just straight up stunned.

Lady Eleanor’s words detonate in the room like an atomic bomb and all I can do is sit there and silently stare at her.

I think I may have just heard the wildest fairytale in the century.

“I’m sorry, how can you be my father’s sister when you look my age?”

Her eyes light up with glee.

“You think I look your age? Oh, what a wonderful compliment! I’ll be fifty-five in two weeks.”

“What?!”

Fifty five?!!

My eyes are glued to her perfect, wrinkle-free skin as I conduct a fervent search for this “fifty-five year old.”

“You’re as shiny as a pearl!” I blurt the first thing that comes to my mind.

“It doesn’t even look like you’ve had botox.”

She flips her perfect wavy hair over one shoulder.

“It’s the genes, my love. Have you seen yourself?! All that beautiful cinnamon hair. You look just like your daddy.”

At the mention of my dad, a dark blanket falls over my mood and I lower my head.

“This is all ver
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