The-Gilded-Mask-of-Fifth-Avenue
Clara Whitmore had been standing at Gate 9 for exactly forty-seven seconds when she spotted the most expensive-looking suitcase she had ever seen, and like every decent human being in New York, she made a series of terrible decisions without consulting her brain. It was black leather, monogrammed with initials she couldn't quite read, and it was sitting on the curb while some well-dressed man...
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