The Last Cake Shop
The party was in a cellar beneath a brownstone on Long Island Avenue, and the champagne was warm, but Julian Sterling would not have noticed if he had been drinking. He was not drinking. He was standing in the corner of a room full of people wearing feathers and sequins, watching the dessert course being carried through on silver trays, and thinking that the cakes on those trays were the most...
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