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Emily looked around as she stepped out of the dry cleaners. In her hands she held her dress and Ashley's for the Memorial Day party later that day. As she walked across the street to her car, she heard a barking noise come towards her. She set the dresses on top of her car just in time for a yellow lab to come rushing to her and jumping up on her. She laughed and knelt down to pet the friendly dog when she heard someone shot, "Sammy!" She glanced up and saw the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. He rushed over to where his dog was and shook his head. "I'm so sorry about that. He usually doesn't run off and jump on strangers like that."

She laughed and looked up at the young man with short dark hair and dark eyes as she rubbed Sammy behind his ears. "Don't worry about it. I used to have a dog, but I had to give him away when I moved. This handsome guy can jump up on me whenever he likes."

The man smiled. He had been given Sammy by a little girl he used to know. He bent down so he was eye to eye with the young woman and rubbed Sammy's back. "I'm Daniel, by the way."

Emily shook the hand he offered. "Emily, it's nice to meet you." Emily pondered the name. It felt so familiar, as did the man that it belonged to. But as hard as she tried, she could not figure out how she knew him.

"And this old boy here is Sammy." Sammy looked between the two people, panting. That was when Emily remembered. She remembered a little boy playing with her and her puppy, Sammy, on the beach. She remembered a time when she could be carefree and have fun with the little boy whom she and her father had met on the beach. Lastly, she remembered handing Sammy over to him, tears in her eyes, when Child Protective Services had taken her away, after her father had been arrested.

She looked up into the man's eyes again and shuttered. This man knew her as Amanda Clarke. He would know by now what her father had done all those years ago. Realizing this, she quickly stood up, but managed to keep the smile on her face. "It was nice to meet you, and Sammy."

Daniel hooked Sammy back up to his leash and stood up. "You too."

Smiling, she gave him a little wave, grabbed the clothes on the roof of the vehicle and got into her car. With her hands resting on the steering wheel, she took a deep breath. Not even in the Hamptons a week and she already saw someone from her past. Luckily, he didn't recognize her. Shaking her head of worry, she turned the car on and drove away.

Daniel watched the car drive away and shook his head. The woman was beautiful with her soft eyes and blonde hair. Sammy obviously liked her, showing him that she was a good person. He trusted his dog's judgement. She seemed familiar to him, but he could not put his finger on how. He wasn't too worried about it though. If luck was on his side, he would be seeing the beautiful Emily again.

"Em, finally you're here!" Ashley made her way through the crowd of people on the boat towards her friend, who was sporting a white dress that had only one sleeve.

"Sorry, I'm late, Ash." The two women hugged, then separated. "But I'm here now and I am prepared for your knowledge of who's who in the Hamptons."

"Perfect." Ashley locked arms with Emily and guided her through the crowd. As Ashley pointed out several people, Emily tried to keep track of all of the names and faces. Then Ashley got to one person that Emily knew. "And that is Nolan Ross. Tech billionaire and general pain in the ass."

As Emily grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray, she laughed. "Yes he is. I actually know Nolan. He was a close friend of my father's. He told me he was in Germany, though. If you don't mind, I am going to go over and say hi."

"Of course not!"

Emily walked over to Nolan, who was eating from the hors d'oeuvres table. "Mr. Ross, you lied to me."

Nolan immediately turned around. After seeing who it was, he sighed in relief and brought her in for a hug. "Ems! How did you get an invite to the first of many parties of the summer?"

"My friend Ashley, whom I met 5 years ago when I was volunteering in Africa. She works for the people who threw this party. Maybe you know them? The Graysons, I think was their name."

Nolan's look grew serious when she mentioned the name to their hosts. "Ems, I know I helped you start your new life under your new name. I even encouraged you to come back to the Hamptons to live that new life because I know that you would be able to make a difference here. But I do not want you to go near the Graysons. They are not good people."

Emily glared at the older man as she finished her champagne. "You are not my father, Nolan. You have no right to tell me what I, a grown woman, can and cannot do. Obviously, there is something you are not telling me about the Graysons. But until you decide that that is information that I need, I will meet my new neighbors with open arms. Now, if you'll excuse me, Ashley is motioning for me." She shoved her empty glass into his chest and walked away.

Nolan watched her as she moved toward the Grayson's British lap dog. He wanted to tell Emily what her father had told him. That David Clarke was innocent of all the charges against him. That it was really the Graysons who were responsible for the downing of the plane all those years ago, which costs many their lives. But he had promised David that he would not speak a word of that to his little girl. He didn't want that hanging over her head. David had wanted his daughter to trust people, not to expect the worst in them. So he would do what he could to keep Emily away from her new neighbors, all while keeping the truth from her.

Emily made her way over to Ashley, who was standing next to an older man and woman. The woman was tall with long dark hair and the man seemed to have kind eyes and silver hair. "Emily, I would like you to meet the hosts, Victoria and Conrad Grayson. Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, this is Emily Thorne. She just moved into the house next door to Grayson Manor."

Emily shook the older couple's hands. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Grayson. Ashley has told me so much about you. Including all of the charity work you do, Mrs. Grayson. I, too, love to help the less fortunate where I can. In fact, I met Ashley when we were both volunteering in Africa a few year ago."

Victoria gently smiled at the younger woman. "It's nice to meet you as well, Ms. Thorne. Maybe we could get together sometime an discuss setting up a fundraiser together."

"I would love that," Emily replied.

Another older woman with blonde hair walked up next to Victoria. When Ashley noticed the newcomer, she said, "Emily, this is Lydia Davis. The previous owner of your house."

"It is so nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Davis. I have to admit that I love the house. You and your husband have taken good care of it."

Lydia looked at Emily with a blank stare before turning her attention to Victoria. "Victoria, they are ready for the auction to begin whenever you are."

With her hand in the crook of her husband's elbow, Victoria said goodbye to the two young ladies and followed Lydia towards the stage. Conrad gave a nod and followed where his wife pulled him.

"I think I'm going to get a drink and explore this beautiful ship."

"Okay, I should be making sure everything is running smoothly, anyway."

After grabbing her martini, Emily made the mistake of sipping it while walking at the same time. This mistake led to her running into the back of a man and spilling the liquid all over his white suit.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" She looked around at the mess she made, not even noticing that the man had turned around.

"Don't worry about it. Maybe it's a- "Before he could finish, their eyes met and they both saw recognition flash over the other's face. "Emily! What are you doing here?"

"I'm supporting a good cause. What are you doing here?"

"Family obligations. And supporting a wonderful cause, obviously." He laughed as he took off his wet jacket.

"I am so sorry about your jacket. Sometimes, I tend to be such a klutz. I can have it dry cleaned for you. "

"No, you don't have to. It wasn't my favorite anyway. Let me buy you another drink."

"I'm fine. I don't want to risk ruining more of your clothes."

Before they could talk anymore, Victoria walked up on stage to begin the auction. "Welcome everyone to our annual Memorial Day party. To start off, I would like to present this wonderful Van Gogh to my dear friend, Lydia. Lydia," she motioned to the woman standing in the crowd, "may this beautiful piece always remind you of our friendship."

Emily watched Lydia rush off, embarrassment clear on her face. "She must have done something to piss my mother off," Daniel said from her side.

She turned to face him. "Victoria is your mother?"

"Gods honest truth."

After the auction was over, Emily and Daniel sat down at a vacated table. They talked and talked about the party, Sammy, and anything else they could think of. After half an hour, Emily saw a teenager with Brunette hair walk up to their table. "Danny, I have to get ready to go out with friends tonight and you're my ride home." When Charlotte noticed Emily sitting across from her brother, she stuck her hand out with a bright smile. "Hi, I'm Charlotte, Danny's sister."

"Hi, I'm Emily. It's nice to meet you." Emily shook the young girl's hand. Both Emily and Daniel stood up. "I should get going too. I'll see you around, Daniel." She began to walk away, but she managed to glance back and send him a little wave.

Daniel waved back and ignored the look his sister gave him as he grabbed his soiled jacket from the back of the chair he was sitting at. "Let's go, kid." He flipped the jacket over his shoulder and wrapped his other Charlotte's shoulders.