Candace stepped out of the cab onto Fifth Avenue, finding Lana already waiting for her at the entrance to Central Park, where they’d agreed to meet. Her daughter wore a flowing white sundress and carried an oversized straw bag, looking every bit the carefree twenty-two-year-old she was.
Oops, twenty-three-year-old, as today was her birthday.
She waved, an…
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