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“Mother” I rose froht hand It draped over her wrist in cascades of rich designer fabric It was likely she had paid thousands for the dress It would end up in a heap at the back of her closet and never worn again

“What are you doing out here?” She wasn’t looking at lare

Kennedy stood quietly, taking the brunt of my mother’s scowl

“Having a drink Welcorinned “Have you hter?” I introduced my mother to Kennedy “They’ve only been in the city a feeeks We’re getting to know each other”

“No I haven’t” Her chin jerked upward

“Kennedy, this is my mother Felicia Corban, the one and only queen of New Orleans” My mother had a love-hate relationship with the title

“Nice to hter’s wedding”

There was tension Pressure They immediately disliked each other

“We’re about to toast your sister and Brandon You’re needed in the house With your fa about you”

“Of course” I extended my arm toward Kennedy “Shall we? I don’t want you to miss my father’s toast He’s known for oratorical masterpieces” I winked and saw Kennedy cover her hter I was pleased she wasn’t intiirl was impressive

Kimble followed us across the lawn and into the party His attention on us was as lethal as my mother’s

I didn’t care Suddenly,

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Kennedy

Who was Knight Corban? Why did I take his arm and let him lead me away fro and e as I kept a healthy distance fro the bride’s engagement toast?