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"Jezebel Capper. Nice to meet you." Sariah smiled broadly and shook another hand. A man wanted an intelligent, cultured, well-bred girl to have on his arm at a family party, so here she was. A family party was rather smaller an event than she was usually contracted for, but that didn't matter. Money was money. She often felt she had the easiest job in the world -- 90% of what she was paid for were simple traits she'd been born with. She was slender and lovely in a flattering dress (the color was perfect on her, she didn't get to wear it enough), with her hair done up away from her face. She'd left just enough of it loose to give herself an innocent, sweet look.