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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Cracks in the Frame

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By now, I’d learned the Montgomery family tree well enough to give a history lecture. Who married who, who died tragically, who cheated, who built the empire from blood and grit. I knew the names, the scandals, the money trails. Nursing school had really toughened my brain for retentive memory…dosages, anatomy, endless case studies, and that discipline carried over here. All those nights memorizing medical charts and conditions now helped me keep the Montgomery lineage straight like it was second nature.

Add to that the posture lessons, the perfect etiquette drilled into me like second nature, the way to sip wine without leaving lipstick stains, the tilt of the chin when speaking to men like they were beneath me. All those long nights of Sienna training me, correcting the way I held my fork, scolding me for slouching even a fraction. I was practically almost a clone already.

Almost that is.

All that was left was the physical transformation. My hair had to be stripped back to its golde
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