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Cassandra Snow was perfect.
That is the one word that was used when she went missing. Perfect. She lived in the lapse of luxury. She was beautiful, her honey blonde hair and blue eyes and 5'8 stature, snagged her the heart of Erin Matthews, the head of the lacrosse team at Kensington Prep, the school for the children of the elite of Connecticut. Ambassadors, politicians, and hedge fund manegers were among the select few whose children were allowed in the school where donating a building or flashing the family name meant you got into Princeton, whether or not you cared to show up to class or not, that was Kensington.
Her parents, Donald Snow, a CEO of a wealth management firm in Westport, Connecticut. Her mother, was a dancer in the Russian ballet, the daughter of two Russian diplomats. The two met and fell in love at Yale. No one knew why the girl vanished without a trace. Everyone had questions. But they all knew one thing.
Cassandra Snow was making history.
