The aroma of roasted lamb filled the Thornton residence long before the guests arrived, rich and savory, promising warmth that the evening would ultimately fail to deliver.Agnes moved busily between the kitchen and dining room, directing the housekeeper with sharp instructions while arranging serving dishes on the polished mahogany table. She wanted everything perfect tonight. Harold sat in the living room, reading the evening newspaper and occasionally adjusting his glasses with a dissatisfied grunt.“Is Gregory on his way?” he called out.Agnes glanced at the clock on the wall. “He said he’d be here by seven.”“And Cathrene?”“She’ll come with him.”Harold grunted in approval. “Good.” He folded the newspaper neatly and set it aside. “There are a few things we need to discuss.”The words hung in the air like a warning.Across the city, in the master bedroom of the Ashford mansion, Cathrene stood in front of the full-length mirror, fastening a pair of elegant pearl earrings. Her crea
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