“When Caroline came downstairs, breakfast was already on the table, a goat cheese and asparagus scramble (her favorite) and glazed doughnuts from the Mister Donut down the street—a much-fantasized-about but extremely rare indulgence. Isabelle’s daughters never had processed sugar if she had anything to do with it. Isabelle whistled cheerily as she set a pitcher of fresh-squeezed orange juice on the table. Yes, Isabelle was very happy. There was a knock at the door, and Caroline went to answe...r it. A messenger handed her an envelope. “From Mr. Nicholas,” he said, and went back to his car. Nicholas, Caroline processed. That was the name of her interviewer. But he was too humble to be a millionaire, wasn’t he? And probably too young. Neither Suze nor Janey had mentioned meeting a Nicholas. Was she the only one he’d taken the time to interview? Was that man, that Nicholas, her knight in shining armor? Or were the interviewers handling the communications?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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