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"The first time he mentioned Lexi was at the Kings Arms over a couple pints. At that point, I knew everything about him and you and your family. But Alexandra... had piqued my interest. I'm not really sure why. Beautiful daughter, twin to an enigmatic brother and heir to a humongous fortune and the glorious Saltburn... Well, I suppose I can't be that surprised. I was fascinated already by the image I had created in my mind. Felix only fed that by providing more and more scope for the imagination."
Oliver looks down, a fond look on his face before his eyes flick up once more.
"I could only picture her at Cambridge, a wisp of silk in a forrest of black wool, studying English literature with the same unbothered fervour as Sylvia Plath herself. But that's all it was. Only glimpses of some girl with the same vague yet softer features I could see on Felix's face. Until, of course, I got to Saltburn."
- Oliver Quick to Elspbeth Catton at her death bed.
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