Pink balloons filled the east lawn of the Cole mansion, rising in clusters against the blue sky, and every one of them reminded Seraphina that she was hungry.She had not eaten since dawn. At nine, she had folded two hundred napkins. At eleven, she had arranged twelve vases of white roses. At noon, Margaret had inspected her apron and snapped, "Staff eat after the guests."It was now three in the afternoon, the baby shower had begun, and Seraphina was carrying a silver tray of champagne flutes through a crowd of sixty women in pastel silk."Mind the glasses, dear," Mrs. Whitlock murmured, brushing past. "You look pale.""Thank you, ma'am."At the center of the lawn, beneath a canopy of pink flowers, sat Vanessa on a cushioned throne, her hand resting on her stomach in a pose so practiced it belonged in a magazine. Gifts stacked around her feet like offerings at a shrine. Margaret stood at her shoulder, beaming.And at the edge of the canopy, a glass of whiskey in his hand, stood Julia
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