At the Bottom of Finishing School, I Told the Billionaire to Get Lost
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When my best friend introduced me to her boyfriend's billionaire older brother, he offered to buy the ballroom where I'd spent my whole life learning how to stand up straight. I told him to get lost before the champagne was poured. At Bellwether House, the coastal finishing program that ranked its students on everything from introductions to dinner-table conversation, I'd finished dead last. Celia Hart had graduated at the top. She thought Graham Vale and I might get along. She was wrong about that, at least at first. Graham's company had a polished plan for turning our beloved public ballroom into a private resort, and I had one season to prove the building could survive without him. But when his offer began to look less like a business deal and more like a way to make me choose between the place I loved and the man I couldn't quite dismiss, I had to ask myself one question: if Graham finally backed off, would I want him to stay?
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I signed the bank's guarantee in Marjorie's office and felt the full weight of it in the pressure of my pen against the paper.
The foundation had approved the grant. The boiler was being replaced. The west windows were scheduled for repair. The wedding bookings were strong enough to cover the first payment, but the calendar still had em……
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