Elicia Rebecca Donaldson

Elicia Rebecca Donaldson

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Fiction
Historique
When Vicky, a rich heiress with an entire inheritance to spend and a mystery to solve, strolls into a little Parisian bookstore, Kassie, the summer bookkeeper, has her world turned upside down. They search through the country sides of France, the mansions of London, and even the castles of Italy to find the missing diary of Vicky's adventerous ancestor, Elicia Rebecca Donaldson. As they dig deeper, they find that they're innocent curiosity might be leading them toward a dark a sinister secret that cannot be reburied once surfaced.
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{EDITING IN PROGRESS} My hand lifts without permission, hovering just short of the canvas. Not touching-God, even I know better-but close enough that it feels like heat radiates from the paint. "...Antonio?" Diego's voice is wary. I don't answer. I can't. I'm staring at her the way men stare at omens. "Diego," I whisper, "who is she?" Diego steps beside me, eyes widening. He whistles low. "She's... wow. She's-" "I know." "Antonio," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "you look deranged." "I feel deranged." He laughs, then cuts himself off when he sees I'm not joking. My pulse is hammering. I don't even know this girl's name, and yet something in me is clawing forward, hungry, fierce, desperate. I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in destiny or signs or prophecies or whatever nonsense my tutors preached when I was a boy. But looking at her- I almost do. "She's the Princess of Prussia," Diego finally says, reading the tiny plaque at the bottom. "Victoria." Victoria. The name hits like a strike to the chest.

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