Chapter 46 Marguerite, Seventeen

Marguerite

Halloween, 1976. The black dress belonged to Debbie Pruitt, and it smelled like her mother's closet.

I held the cream envelope under the streetlight and read my name again. Lady Marguerite Morgan. Gold edges. Black wax. Nobody in Willoughby had ever written me a letter in my life.

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