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Chapter 24 The Matriarch's Fall
Ivana sat in the solarium, the morning sun painting soft gold on her high cheekbones. A porcelain cup of jasmine tea rested in her hand, and she wore her favorite pale lilac silk robe - the picture of composure and aristocratic calm. But that calm shattered the moment Valeria walked in.
She wasn't dressed for civility. She wore slate-gray slacks,
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