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“That first evening home from the honeymoon, she'd hung a braided wreath of golden straw to catch the light of the setting sun and set a glamour over the table in the breakfast room--- to make it special, to bring Pierce's full attention from a stack of contracts to their first meal at home as husband and wife. The wine had seemed lusher to her, the vinaigrette on the salad brighter, the flash and shine of the silver and the creamy porcelain china enchanting.”

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The Fairy Bargains of Prospect Hill

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