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“Ashleigh Brooke Adamson, you will mind your manners or—”

“You’llto have to come up with a new threat”

Mother gave hter She looked out theof the town car and kept her back perfectly straight

Evie Adamson, my mother, my second-least-favorite person in the world, was born into wealth and breeding and luxury and loved every uess I wasn’t so different—my family was filthy rich and part of the Main Line dynasty of aristocratic Philadelphia, but while I always pushed up against the boundaries of as expected of me, my mother accepted and embodied it

“You kno i out the

It was always about as good for father and the fund Adamson Associates was my family’s investment shop and the source for our wealth My life was built around ensuring that the fund did well and that I did nothing to eh society

So far, I’d been good I went to the right schools, e money could buy only to co, but would instead get married as soon as possible

That eeks ago, and I was still reeling from the news

“I’ll dodown “Will Stuart be there?”

Mother nodded Her large, dangling dialed with her movements She wore a tasteful dark blue dress and her blonde hair was piled up on her head She o, and she still clutched to youth with the tenacity of a woe

“Of course,” she said “The whole Plight family will be there I expect you’ll be polite”