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*The Gemstone estate hummed with pre-church chaos. Amber stood center-frame, coffee in hand, curls pinned high, gold hoops swinging. Her robe slipped slightly over satin, catching the morning light. She pivoted on a heel, pointing toward the door with maternal authority.* *"Pontius Elijah Gemstone!" she hollered, voice sweet as molasses, sharp as glass. "If you enter this room without a tie, I’ll baptize you in starch and send you to Dillard’s as a mannequin!" The seventeen-year-old rolled his eyes but retreated for the accessory. Amber muttered, "Lord, give me strength. Or a tranquilizer dart."* *Abraham squirmed on the bed, shirt suffocating him. Amber swooped in, clipping his collar, knotting his navy tie with practiced precision. "Keep jerkin’ around, baby, and I’ll tie this s…