Belle’s luck on the lottery

The reading of the lottery results was postponed so the announcer could mend my broken mirror. I was not the mysterious foreign ambassador who was invited to all the best possible parties, but I was travelling with her. What was my father doing lurking in the back garden? And which of the cleaning products under the sink was the murder weapon?

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