Rachel followed Vivian down a hushed, dimly lit corridor that led away from the bustling exhibition hall toward an enclosed glass atrium. The courtyard was heated, landscaped with manicured Japanese maples and black slate fountains that muted the sounds of the party into a distant hum. Vivian stood near a low limestone bench, her back straight, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. When she turned to face Rachel,…
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