Suzie stood at the bottom of the yacht club’s grand staircase, her fingers trembling where they gripped the banister. Her lavender gown hugged her curves, and she’d added silver jewelry that matched the art deco fixtures throughout the club.
Her wedges felt high and precarious, and though she’d practiced walking in them all week, she still didn’t trust h…
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