There is much to love in Little White Lies. Simultaneously look for clues to her father's identity, but thingsīecome more complicated than she anticipated-suddenly she finds herselfĮmbroiled in a mystery involving missing family pearls and aiding andĪbetting her prim and proper cousin Lily in kidnapping the town's Sawyer's plan is to navigate debutante season while Gloves, replacing her solitary life with a bustling household and familyĭynamics. She trades her overalls and grease stains for demure dresses and white Maybe, just maybe, Sawyer might be able to find out who her father is. Sawyer decides this is her chance to pay for college.
Taft family during the upcoming debutante season, Lillian will pay her Lillian makes her an irresistible offer: if Sawyer will represent the For reasons Sawyer cannot begin to fathom, Mechanic knows about Lillian is that her grandmother was the drivingįorce behind Ellies exile. Grandmother Lillian shows up out of the blue. She was a pregnant teenager, so she is flabbergasted when her estranged Impulsive mother, Ellie, whose wealthy family asked Ellie to leave when The only family eighteen-year-old Sawyer Taft has ever known is her Whatever she was selling, I wasn't buying. I saw the precise moment that she registered what I was saying: I wasn't interested in her offer. "'No soliciting except for Girl Scout cookies.'" Lillian pursed her lips and amended her previous statement.
I'd gotten kicked out of the local Scout troop during my morbid true-crime and facts-about-autopsies phase, but I still had a weakness for Thin Mints. "Except for Girl Scout cookies," I added helpfully. Her perfectly manicured fingertips plucked the Post-it from my grasp. I turned and offered the hand-written notice to the women who'd raised my mother. I stalked to the front door and retrieved the Post-it I'd placed next to the doorbell when our house had been hit with door-to-door evangelists two weeks in a row.
She was the merciless, dictatorial matriarch who'd kicked my pregnant mother out of her house at the ripe old age of seventeen.
An offer? I was suddenly reminded of who I was dealing with here.
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