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She was late, she was late, oh, God, she was so late!
Melanie Stokes came bounding up the stairs, then made the hard left turn down
the hall, her long blond hair whipping around her face. Twenty minutes and
counting. She hadn't even thought about what she was going to wear. Damn.
She tore into her room with her sweatshirt half pulled over her head. A
strategic kick sent the heavy mahogany door slamming shut behind her as she shed
the first layer of clothes. She toed off her tennis shoes and sent them sailing
beneath the pine bureau that swallowed nearly a quarter of her bedroom. A lot of
things came to rest beneath the battered dresser. One of these days she meant to
clean it out. But not tonight.
Melanie hastily shimmied out of her ripped-up jeans, tossed her T-shirt onto the
sleigh bed, and hurried to the closet. The wide plank floorboards felt cool
against her toes, making her do a little cha-cha-cha along the way.
"Come on," she muttered, ripping back the silk curtain. "Ten years of compulsive
shopping crammed into one five-by-five space. How hard can it be to locate a
cocktail dress?"
To judge by the mess, pretty hard. Melanie grimaced, then waded in
fatalistically. Somewhere in there were a few decent dr ... read full excerpt from: The Other Daughter ebook
