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headaches of everything my grandfather has his fingers into.”
    â€œA few of your cousins would be happy with the reins.”
    â€œI’m sure they would be.”
    â€œAnd they all despise the fact that Douglas has hired Robert Marston. They hate him.”
    â€œThey don’t hate him. He’s an intelligent man, a top-notch businessman, and he’ll be great for the company.”
    â€œI bet they think your grandfather brought Marston in to marry you and create a new dynasty.”
    â€œConnie! How ridiculous. This is the twenty-first century. That’s archaic.”
    â€œArchaic, schmaic. I think it’s what’s up. And I think a few Llewellyn noses are going to be out of joint.”
    â€œConnie, I’m not marrying Robert Marston. I’m not dating him. I haven’t had a business lunch with him. I haven’t even been close enough to him to really see his face.”
    â€œThere hasn’t been time yet.”
    â€œConnie, come on. We’re not a dynasty—and we’re not going to rule New York fashion design and marketing together. You know I would never marry anyone for business reasons. I can’t believe anyone would think such a thing.”
    â€œJillian, look at the facts. Suddenly, when you’re…when you’re getting accustomed to the fact that Milo is gone, your grandfather brings in a handsome, powerful, unattached businessman. Out of the clear blue.”
    â€œThe company has gotten huge.”
    â€œMarston isn’t working under Daniel, is he?”
    â€œNo, he’s—”
    â€œAha!”
    â€œConnie, I’m not in a position of power. You know that. So an alliance with me wouldn’t get him anywhere.”
    â€œYou have your vote. And most people do see you as the natural heir to the company.”
    â€œEileen is a grandchild, too.”
    â€œYes, but Douglas dotes on you.”
    â€œIt just appears that way because I was orphaned very young and I grew up with him. But I don’t want to run the company. Why would I? It’s huge, and I’m happy to share the legacy with the family. Please, are we buying costumes or not?”
    Connie sighed. “I’m dying to dress up. But only if you will, too. Will you buy that outfit? It would look gorgeous on you.”
    â€œI…yes. I guess.”
    â€œWe’ll have fun. I promise. Let me call my mom and tell her she’s definitely staying on, that we’re going to go and meet Joe. Don’t look at me like that. I won’t talk shop anymore, I promise. We’ll have fun, fun, fun.”
    It did turn out to be fun. They dressed up at Connie’s apartment in Chelsea, went with the kids to the Safe-Haunt party arranged by one of the churches, then took the candy-laden kiddies back home, where they excitedly told their baby-sitting grandmother everything that had gone on. Kelly Adair, Connie’s mother, oohed and aahed over the two women’s costumes, and got into the fun by helping with glitter makeup. Jillian admitted that she was having a terrific time; she so seldom had a chance just to play this way. She worked constantly, went to charity dinners, plays, the opera and political fund-raisers. She almost never got a good night out at a pub or spent time with friends for no reason other than to have fun.
    Connie called her the oldest twenty-six-year-old she knew and teased her that she needed to have a good time before moving to a retirement home, where she would get her kicks out of watching reruns and waiting for grade-school children to come and sing Christmas carols. But Jillian knew—instinctively, and due to the fact that it had been pounded into her all her life—that she was a Llewellyn of Llewellyn Enterprises; she had a responsibility to uphold, as did all the family. Once her grandfather had entertained dreams about her father going into the White House. He’d become one of the most popular senators ever