Glass Slipper Project

Glass Slipper Project

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by Dara Girard
     
 

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Isabella Duvall surely could use a hero to help her out of her current cash crisis. After years of caring for her ailing mother, the only way to keep her family together is to sell their home. As luck would have it, handsome Alex Carlton, a bachelor who'd always dreamed of owning the magnificent mansion, is happy to buy her out.

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Isabella Duvall surely could use a hero to help her out of her current cash crisis. After years of caring for her ailing mother, the only way to keep her family together is to sell their home. As luck would have it, handsome Alex Carlton, a bachelor who'd always dreamed of owning the magnificent mansion, is happy to buy her out.

Delighted by the prospect of sharing digs with the hottest hunk in town, Isabella's three sisters devise a plan. In order to keep their home in the family, one of them will have to capture the new owner's heart. But which of the Duvall sisters will become the queen of Carlton's castle?

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ISBN-13:
9781426800597
Publisher:
Kimani Press
Publication date:
04/01/2007
Series:
Harlequin Kimani Romance Series
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
288
Sales rank:
277,582
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0 MB

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The Glass Slipper Project


By Dara Girard

Kimani

Copyright © 2007 Dara Girard
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780373860135

"When is that woman coming?, Mariella Duvall said checking her reflection in the large ornate mirror, which hung on the main wall in the living room. She trailed one long, beautifully manicured finger along her perfect profile. Nothing had changed in the last half hour since she last checked, but she enjoyed making sure.

Gabby, who preferred her nickname to her full name of Gabriella, sent her eldest sister a stern look from her position on the couch, then returned her gaze to the crossword in her lap. "That woman has a name, Mariella."

"I don't care what her name is. It's so unfair that she's taking over our house."

Daniella, the youngest of the sisters, sat on the rug putting together a puzzle. Her long, frizzy black hair, although pulled back with two silver hair combs, hid her face as she leaned forward and said in a sad voice, " But it's not our house anymore."

The three sisters fell silent, remembering the major losses the past five years had brought them: first their father died, then their mother and now they had lost their beloved house. Outside, the biting mid-January winds howled through the rafters and swept across the slush-covered lawn, a distant reminder of last week's snowfall. Tiny footprints from squirrels imprinted the surface; inside, the low hum of the radiator buzzed while agrandfather clock ticked away the seconds.

"Well," Mariella said breaking the melancholy silence. "We still get to rent it for the next six months. I just don't see why she and that daughter of hers couldn't wait until then to move in."

Gabby closed her book of crosswords and set it aside. "We should be very thankful the new owner is allowing us to stay here that long until we find somewhere else." She turned her gaze to Isabella, her second eldest sister. Isabella sat hunched over a writing desk in the corner as quiet as a mouse, which many already considered her to be.

She hadn't inherited the Duvall's stately beauty— the elegant neck, the dark flashing brown eyes and skin the color of polished oak. Instead she was of small stature with indeterminate features. But if one were to take a moment's notice, they would see Isabella's attractive soft eyes and her full sensuous mouth, but people rarely took the time to notice. Only seven years older than the youngest, Daniella, she seemed much older. Gabby tilted her head at her sister, curious as to how she felt about their situation. "Don't you think, Izzy?"

Isabella turned around, pushing up the sleeves of the checkered cardigan her father used to wear. "She's coming around noon."

Gabby frowned. "That wasn't the question." Mariella turned from the mirror, satisfied with the way she looked, and sat on the couch. She picked up Gabby's book, but finding no interest in it, quickly set it down again. "At least she answered my question."

"We're having an important discussion, Izzy, can't you pay attention?"

Isabella sighed and turned back to her desk. "You have two other people paying attention to you, you don't need a third."

Mariella crossed her legs and looked at the clock. "She should be here at any minute."

"Stop calling her she," Gabby scolded. "She has a name."

"What is it again?"

"Mrs. Carlton," Isabella said patiently.

"Doesn't she have a first name?"

"Probably but I don't remember hearing it. I doubt we'll need to know it anyway."

Daniella put a puzzle piece in place. "Yes. We'd better get used to saying "Mrs. Carlton," considering she'll be living with us for six months."

"You mean we'll have to live with her," Isabella said. "This house isn't ours anymore."

"I wish there had been another way. This house is all we had." Gabby sighed and glanced around the grand room that had once housed an impressive array of ornately carved furniture. She felt a sudden sadness, now it had the bare minimum since most of the furniture had to be sold. "Father wanted us to have it."

Isabella swung around and rested her arm on the back of the chair determined not to feel sentimental; although the pain in Gabby's voice echoed the sorrow in her heart. "Gabby, the decision has been made. We agreed that there was no other choice. We had to pay Mom's medical bills and we have just enough to live on. We couldn't afford this house anymore."

"I still don't know why they have to live with us," Daniella said.

"That was the arrangement we made with the new owner. I think it's very kind."

Mariella sniffed. "I bet you it's just a ploy. She's probably a miserable crab apple who stays in her room and bangs on the ground with her cane expecting us to wait on her hand and foot."

Daniella widened her eyes. "Do you really think so?"

"Yes." She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. "And that daughter of hers is a tired spinster who scuttles to her mother's every command."

"Mariella," Isabella warned.

She sent her sister a look then sat back. "She'll probably be jealous of me."

"Why?, Daniella asked intrigued.

"Because I'm so beautiful, of course. Mom told us that the Duvall women are always envied for their looks." She sent a considering glance at Isabella. "Usually anyway," she amended then returned her attention to Daniella. "It's a responsibility one has to bear. I bet you she will—" "Let's not look for trouble," Isabella cut in.

"Have the rooms been cleared?"

"Yes," Gabby said. "The very best ones as you requested."

Daniella bit her lip. "I hope they are nice." Mariella smoothed out her eyebrows. "They don't have to be."

"Mariella, stop it." Isabella smiled at Dani-ella, hoping to reassure her. "I'm sure they are perfectly fine."

"I think—"

"That's enough Mariella," Isabella said in a tone that would allow no argument. Mariella sent her a look of reproach, but said nothing. "There is no need to imagine the worst. Let's be thankful the house sold. We can think of the sale as a belated Christmas gift."

"The only gift," Mariella said, crossing her legs again. "I don't even know why we put up a tree. We couldn't afford to put anything under it. This is not the life Mom would have wanted for us."

"At least we are all together. That's something, isn't it?, When no one replied, Isabella stiffened her chin. "We can do this as long as we work as a team."

"We won't be together long," Gabby said. "Without this house where will we go?, "Gabby, it's going to be fine. We'll find another place. You have to trust me, okay?"

She nodded.

Isabella returned to the desk.As she looked over the remaining bills, her resolution faltered. The stack of envelopes included bills from their father's illness. He had died years before their mother became ill. But even after the sale of the house there wouldn't be much money left. She knew they would have to pool their income and find a smaller place to rent for a while.Although their immigrant parents had taught them to buy—never to rent— she knew that, for now, they had no option. She had six months to make sure everyone was taken care of.

Mariella leaned over her shoulder. "What are you frowning about?"

Isabella closed the book of accounts. "Nothing." Mariella pushed her hand aside. "What is it?, Isabella sighed then said in a low voice. "We don't have any money."

Mariella glanced at their two younger sisters then Isabella. Her tone became a sharp whisper. "I thought you said the sale of the house would cover everything."

"I thought it would, but since Mom and Dad didn't have any long term health insurance, and both of them had terminal illnesses, we are still over fifty thousand dollars in debt."

"Fifty thousand? Are you sure?"

"Positive."

Mariella briefly held her head. "This shouldn't be happening to me." She glanced up. "I mean to us," she corrected. "Okay, let me think. I could ask for more time at the gallery. I'm going to be discovered soon Izzy, just you wait.A designer is going to come in and want me to model their clothes. Or better yet, a photographer traveling to the city will enter the gallery and see me and want me to pose for him."

"Preferably with your clothes on," Isabella mumbled.

Mariella narrowed her gaze. "Of course, I'm not naive."

Isabella only nodded. She knew the likelihood of anyone of any importance passing through their small town was slim. "Perhaps I could ask Mrs. Lyons for more hours."

"Why?, Mariella sat on the edge of the desk and swung her leg. "You can hardly stand your present hours."

"We need the money."



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