Surely someone in the small cluster of people she stood among would soon notice she was flushed bright red beneath her makeup. She reached up to touch the bead of sweat at her hairline before it could threaten her foundation, smiling as she pretended only to make sure every hair was in place. Well, okay, those things weren’t helping the situation. It had nothing to do with the champagne clutched in her trembling hand, either, as she feigned an attitude of polite attentiveness in the face of her uncle’s blathering. This one’s for you!Ĭandace Andrews was sweating, and it had nothing to do with being wrapped shoulder-to-floor in some green monstrosity her mother had requested she wear to the Andrews’ annual Christmas party. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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