Chapter 11 GRAPES AND LIES.

The black silk cut off my vision instantly. The tight knot at the nape of my neck pulled at the hair the maid had tried to tame barely an hour ago, right after I was forced to scrub the mud from our garden brawl under the showerhead.

"No cheating, Miss Beaumont," murmured the sommelier, a stiff Fre...

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