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     Twenty minutes later, the two cars pulled up to an estate.

     First, each car had to pass through a security gate.

     A valet met them at the front entrance to take their coats.

     Anne met them in one of her many lavish dining rooms. A tall woman in her late sixties, her hair silver, Anne still radiated youthful vigor and strength. She indicated a table laden with appetizers.

     "Anyone?" Anne asked.

     Skip grabbed a plate.

     "You've got the best snacks in the world, Aunt Anne!"

​     "Back at Abby's we were talking about champagne?" Malika asked.

     "That was going to be the next thing out of my mouth," Anne replied. "How does everyone else feel about that?"

     Shrugs from everyone in the room.

     "Vincent?"

​     "I'll see to it," her valet replied

CONTINUE

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