The gentle summer rain pattered against the leaded glass windows of the Greenwich stone cottage, filling the air with the fragrance of wet lavender and fresh lilacs. Inside the cozy kitchen, the kettle was whistling softly on the antique porcelain stove. Elena Vance sat at the pine table, wearing a soft cream cashmere sweater, looking across the table at an elegant, silver-haired woman in her late fifties dressed in an…
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