Elise Crane waiting for her cousin, comfortably settled in a chair with a glass of ice water. She hadn't seen Greta for years. The last time they'd actually met, Elise had been twelve. She'd also met Frederick, been told by her father that she'd marry him eventually, and that had been that. Now, though, the engagement had been broken. Elise
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She wore a winter-white suit jacket over a short dress - if she planned to live up to the phrase "ice queen," she'd begun well. She scanned the crowd once with sharp, green eyes - stopping when she recognized Elise.
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The young woman spurred herself into action, walking forward to join Greta. "Good afternoon," she said, cool but polite. She didn't ask about the flight. Obviously, whatever problems it may have had, it landed safely. "The luggage should be out in a moment."
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She smiled at Elise, then looked around again. "And your father? He did not come to meet us?"
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She looked over her shoulder briefly as she spoke, still walking, "Father has work. He gave me a car so I could pick you up."
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