The Summer of Second Chances
The piano in the ballroom at the Calloway estate was a Steinway, black as midnight and twice as unforgiving. Daisy Calloway stood beside it in a dress the color of champagne bubbles, her throat bare, her hair pinned up in a style that required the services of two women and approximately forty minutes. She placed her fingers on the keys and felt, for the first time in five years, the particular...
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