Celeste arrived just before dawn.Even grief seemed to pause, as if it needed to make room for her. She always had that effect, like the world was her stage and everyone else existed only to applaud her. She walked in wearing a black tailored coat with perfect lines that did nothing to hide her curves. Dark glasses that made her look like she was on a runway. She didn't need to introduce herself at the reception desk because everyone already knew who she was.Celeste Frostbane had come home.It was clear that Ten years in Europe had not softened her. It had sharpened her to the point that even her grief looked expensive.She removed the glasses, her eyes red but bright. Tears clung to her lashes without falling. Elegant grief, that drew sympathy instead of discomfort. She knew how to make her pain beautiful, make it even pleasurable to watch."My father…" She said, her voice low and breaking in exactly the right moments.Margaret rushed forward with a sob. Ethan followed, his face
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