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“My mom slept with her sister’s husband, and she got pregnant on purpose”

“herself. “The pact.”
“Pact?” I repeated.
Three Debutantes. Three pregnancies. The white ribbons. ­Senator Ames considering any truth that my mother had told me about my conception to be a threat, even though I apparently wasn’t his daughter.
“Pact,” I said again. My heart stopped beating. I wasn’t sure it would ever start up again. “I was the result of a pregnancy pact?”

“It’s ironic, is all,” my mom said lightly. “That you’ve spent this Debutante season pretending to be pregnant, and you spent ours pretending that you weren’t.”

Is Greer Ana

“My entire life, up until this year, my mother had only told me three things about my father.
She’d only slept with him once.
He hated fish.
He wasn’t looking for a scandal.”

“Miss Taft,” he said softly. “My son got a girl—a young girl—pregnant years ago.”
I know. I know this. I—
“But that girl,” he continued, “was not your mother.”
I whirled around to face him. He couldn’t really expect me to believe that, could he?
“Her name,” he said, “was Ana.”

OH MY GOD

“Has he indicated to you that I’m your granddaughter?”
With as much time as I’d spent avoiding saying that, the words came out surprisingly smoothly. In response, the Ames family patriarch choked, then coughed.
“My dear,” he said, once he had recovered, “I wish that you were.”

That’s such a sweet thing to say tho

“one. The pearls are exactly where they’re supposed to be.”
Now I was the one counting to ten. “And where is that?”
Campbell removed her ponytail holder and shook her tresses down her back. “Why,” she said, “on the way to my father’s mistress.”

“Smart girl.” The senator allowed his hand to fall from my shoulder. “Because if you do become inconvenient?” His tone turned almost affectionate. “I’ll kill you, sweetheart.”

Boy what

“Walker’s stable,” I said. “Or as stable as Walker gets. And Nick…”

He is stable, you are deep

“I am not a teenager,” the tuxedoed boy declared in the single most cheerful lie Mackie had ever heard. “I am a lawyer. Take me to my clients.”

Sure you are lil bro