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This time, Estelle herself met them at the door. Even though it was only a little past ten in the morning, she looked just as impeccable as she had the day before, this time in a crisp linen sheath dress in a soft periwinkle shade. A bluish-purple stone that Ava thought might be a tanzanite glittered on the ring finger of her right hand.
“Come in,” she said. “Although I’m not sure what else I can do to help you.”
Gabriel and Ava stepped inside the foyer. Meeting the prima’s expectant gaze, Ava said, “I had an idea last night. I’m sorry for being vague on the phone, but — ”
“It’s all right,” Estelle cut in. However, her tone seemed to indicate that it wasn’t really all right, that she was beginning to lose patience with them. “What was your idea?”
They were all still standing in the
