The Long Goodbye to Paris
The ballroom at St. Clair Manor smelled of gardenias and expensive champagne, and Clara Whitfield knew immediately that she was out of place. Not because she didn't belong—Clara Whitfield belonged wherever there was a microphone and a crowd that needed to be understood. She belonged in diplomatic summits and international conferences, where her ability to translate four languages...
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