Sydney arched her brow and smiled sweetly. "A bet's a bet."Caleb studied her delicate, lively features, and his gaze softened further.…At the Sterling estate, Penelope stepped out of the car, and a maid guided her toward the reception hall.The Sterling family's antique grandeur carried the weight of a century-old lineage, far heavier than that of the Hamptons.With each step, Penelope could not suppress her silent lament. 'Why must the gap between people be so vast? Why was I born to crawl in the mud?'"Madam, Ms. Monroe, the one Ms. Mayer mentioned on the phone yesterday, has arrived," the maid announced.At the doorway, Jason stopped her briefly. Only after a voice inside offered a flat acknowledgment did he gesture for her to enter.Inside the hall, Eloise held a teacup, her sharp, calculating gaze sweeping over Penelope. Her presence felt far more formidable than Dorothy's. The Hampton matriarch, at least most of the time, could still appear kind.Penelope's breath tig
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