Summary
A lithe seamstress’s dummy in a haute-couture atelier suddenly breathes: Sylvia, whose needle-sharp gaze can unpick any sequinned lie, is summoned from mannequin stillness into the gaudy orbit of the Hicks clan—rustic Midas brood whose iron-ore windfall has turned pig-sties into palazzos. Octavia, the materfamilias with a parvenu’s hunger for pedigree, spies in Sylvia’s unshowy grace the perfect antidote to her son Henry’s bucolic millions. But the provincial paradise is already infested: Frank Hayward, a dime-store Lucifer in spurious ermine, glides in masquerading as Balkan royalty, his accomplice Annie dripping paste diamonds and counterfeit titles. They swirl through the Hicks halls like poisoned cream, betting that new money cannot spot old-world forgery. Sylvia, ears tuned to the rustle of deceit, unpicks their confidence stitch by velvet stitch, exposing the charlatans beneath the brocade. Just as the moral ledger seems balanced, a velvet-caped stranger arrives, bowing to the model with imperial deference: she is, he proclaims, Princess Sylvia of Karalyn, exile in silk and serfdom. Crown or love—she threads her needle, chooses the Ohio farm boy, and snips away her gilded past with one decisive flourish.
Synopsis
Sylvia, a model in the shop of a fashionable dressmaker, is introduced to the Hicks family, which recently has acquired a fortune through iron ore deposits discovered on their farm. Octavia Hicks sees in the cultured but unpretentious Sylvia a good match for her son Henry and invites the young woman to visit the Hicks home. Two other visitors, Frank Hayward and his accomplice Annie, are masquerading as a count and a princess in order to con the country-born millionaires out of their money. The two are introduced to Sylvia, who soon discovers their plots and exposes them. A mysterious foreign gentleman appears and announces that the fashion model is actually the Princess Sylvia of Karalyn, but she renounces her title to marry Henry.
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