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Descending the attic stairs, Klara melted into the party. She accepted a flute of bubbles, laughed at a boring baron’s joke, and let the summer breeze guide her toward the weeping beech.

“Yes?”

Georgina turned, and Klara was struck by the sharp intelligence in her eyes. These were not the rheumy eyes of a dotty old collector. They were the eyes of a chess grandmaster. “Late sixties, dear. And you’re too young to know Pucci from Prada unless you’ve done your homework.” Georgina took a slow sip of her drink. “Klara Devine. I was wondering when you’d slither out of the woodwork.” klara devine & georgina gee

Klara’s smile didn’t waver, but her pulse ticked up. “I’m flattered you’ve heard of me.” Descending the attic stairs, Klara melted into the party

No point in lying. “It belongs to my family’s trust. The earl was a guest. He abused that trust. The ruby should never have left the vault.” These were not the rheumy eyes of a dotty old collector