The Stolen Queen

by Fiona Davis

The last thing Charlotte saw before a wall of water swept over her was Henry’s retreating back and her child’s chubby, sweet hand stretched out over his shoulder, palm open wide, reaching for her mother.

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“It’s not about the dress, it’s about the life you’re living in the dress.

Benin doesn’t even have a museum. What then, the bronzes get put into storage, completely out of the public’s view?” “What about all of the things in storage at the Met?”