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of a seasoned executive and extended my hand.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Dixon,” I said. “Welcome to the Glass House.”

My mother’s smile glitched. Harold’s jaw tightened. They both noticed the lifestyle reporter and photographer watching.

Harold leaned in, whispering through a forced grin. “Savannah, stop this nonsense. We are here to celebrate us. You continue reading …