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It was everything I’d been longing for, and later as I sat sipping a final cup of tea and watching the patrons milling about something caught my eye. I turned and noticed the hand of a young woman strumming the table next to me, a large diamond ring on one finger winking at me as it caught the light. “My goodness! What a lovely ring my dear,” I remarked to her. | TEA AT THE BILTMORE by Maureen Mullis Published by Maureen Mullis at Smashwords Copyright 2011 Maureen Mullis Visit the author at her blog http Check out other books by Maureen Mullis at http profile view maureenmullis Follow the author on twitter maureenmullis All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above no part of this publication may be reproduced stored in or introduced into a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic mechanical photocopying recording or otherwise without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names characters places brands media and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction which have been used without permission. The publication use of these trademarks is not authorized associated with or sponsored by the trademark owners. Smashwords Edition License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you re reading this book and did not purchase it or it was not purchased for your use only then please return to and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. TEA AT THE BILTMORE There are many things in life that have changed since I was a girl. As a teenager my friends and I would grab a booth at Woolworth s and over sodas and a shared plate of French fries we would discuss everything and anything that was going on in our lives. I remember my mother complaining that young women then had no refinements no manners to speak of. I used to .