Chapter 148

Chapter 148:

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“Cathryn?” Cara’s voice came through, warm and familiar.

Relief eased Cathryn’s shoulders. “Mrs. Brooks, the bag you gave me—it’s far too extravagant. I have nothing worthy to match it, but I copied a Louis Marquet for you. I hope you’ll accept that instead.”

Cara’s laugh bubbled with delight. “Perfect. Marquet is my weakness. I’m at Élan Beauty Spa this afternoon—could you drop by?”

“Of course,” Cathryn said without hesitation.

Later, Cathryn carried the framed canvas into the spa’s gleaming lobby. “I’m here to see Mrs. Brooks,” she told the receptionist.