Patricia’s champagne flute paused halfway to her lips. “Really?” Margaret asked, voice too bright. “What about?” “My daughter, actually.” Annalise smiled. “Very… creative storytelling.” The color drained from Patricia’s face. Vivienne made a small, strangled sound. “I’m sure you misheard—” Marg
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