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Elise picked up a tray of flutes half-filled with sparkling white wine from the vineyard. It was so hot, even in the shade, but she kept her cool by standing near the fans when she could. Turning, she went into the crowd of guests, offering those without glasses another drink.
Through a group of visitors, she noticed her mom walking towards them with Scott by her side. On her mom’s other side were two more women. One colored and one white. The white woman seemed familiar, even from a distance.
“Oh my God! It’s Bethany Powers!” one of Rachel’s friends screamed.
“Great!” Exactly what she didn’t want to happen. Before she could place the tray back on the bar, her cousin’s friends dumped their trays and raced over to her mom and Bethany. “Beth doesn’t need this.” She ran out of the barn
