I Won't Cross the Gilded Gates; I'll Go Home Beneath the White Magnolias
READING AGE 4+
My fiancé announced the sale of my mother's garden during our engagement party, beneath a photograph of the white magnolias I had promised to protect. When I asked him about the papers bearing my signature, he said I had already agreed to everything that mattered. By morning, the Mercer family expected me to smile beside them, marry into their old-money world, and let them turn my childhood home into a private resort. I had loved Julian long enough to mistake his assurances for honesty. Now I had six weeks to challenge a deal I might have signed without understanding it, save the public path my mother had fought to keep open, and decide whether there was anything left between us worth saving.
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I found the Mercer survey crew in the lane the next morning.
They had a truck, a tripod, and a packet of instructions from the company's attorney. One of them was carrying a roll of construction fencing.
"You're here to close the path?" I asked.
"We were told to mark the boundary for temporary work," he said.
"The ease……
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