Those three women and their perfect stores, perfect lives, and a dance studio, it’s perfect, I can’t believe we didn’t think of it before!
The conference building was a maze of mirrors.
Twice, Talia turned down corridors that seemed promising, twice she nearly stumbled into silvery glass depths, before she noticed herself, unfamiliar in a chic black-and-white dress, knotted gold chain, patent heels. She’d last worn this get-up at another real estate conference, two years and a lifetime ago.
Talia slid her eyes away from the mirror. Ugh. And now she was late, much too late. She hoped Ann wasn’t tracking her.
She consulted the conference brochure again. There was the event she’d planned to attend. More than houses: What are we selling? Auditorium A.
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