20;Where are you going?&#8221;</p>
<p class="excerpttext">&#8220;Friday is facial day. I&#8217;ll see you at home later.&#8221; With a swish of her hips she was gone.</p>
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<p class="excerpttext">Once outside in the car, Charlotte relaxed against the Mercedes&#8217; leather upholstery and let some of the tension she&#8217;d felt all day seep out of her. It was all arranged. She&#8217;d seen to it. Alex should be proud of her. She looked heavenward as she alway