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"First things first," Sidney crowed as soon as the Warehams’ chauffeur dropped them off in front of the Park Avenue brownstone. Brianna pulled her light wool coat more tightly around her, shocked by the icy wind whipping down the street. Jupiter Point never got this cold. But here, the long avenues with their towering parades of buildings seemed to act as wind tunnels. She shivered, wondering if frostbite was a real danger on the Upper East Side. "Shopping."
"Now?"
"Yes, now. Mother isn't home yet. That gives us at least two hours to get you presentable."
"What about your father or your brother?"
"No one's home. Right, Rollo?"
Rollo grunted as he grabbed a suitcase in each hand. It was obvious that the doorman wanted that task, but Brianna knew Rollo would never allow someone else
