The Seven Sisters
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Maia D’Apliese and her five sisters gather together at their childhood home, “Atlantis”—a fabulous, secluded castle situated on the shores of Lake Geneva—having been told that their beloved father, who adopted them all as babies, has died. Each of them is handed a tantalizing clue to her true heritage—a clue which takes Maia across the world to a crumbling mansion in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Once there, she begins to put together the pieces of her story and its beginnings.
Eighty years earlier in Rio’s Belle Epoque of the 1920s, Izabela Bonifacio’s father has aspirations for his daughter to marry into the aristocracy. Meanwhile, architect Heitor da Silva Costa is devising plans for an enormous statue, to be called Christ the Redeemer, and will soon travel to Paris to find the right sculptor to complete his vision. Izabela—passionate and longing to see the world—convinces her father to allow her to accompany him and his family to Europe before she is married. There, at Paul Landowski’s studio and in the heady, vibrant cafes of Montparnasse, she meets ambitious young sculptor Laurent Brouilly, and knows at once that her life will never be the same again.

Lucinda Riley
The Seven Sisters
Maia’s Story
The Seven Sisters - 1
ePub r1.0
Titivillus 18.01.2019
Original title: The Seven Sisters
Lucinda Riley, 2014
ISBN 9781447219101
Digital editor: Titivillus
ePub base r2.0


For my daughter, Isabella Rose
‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us
are looking at the stars.’
Oscar Wilde

Cast of characters
ATLANTIS
Pa Salt – the sisters’ adoptive father (deceased)
Marina (Ma) – the sisters’ guardian
Claudia – housekeeper at Atlantis
Georg Hoffman – Pa Salt’s lawyer
Christian – the skipper
THE D’APLIÉSE SISTERS
Maia
Ally (Alcyone)
Star (Asterope)
CeCe (Celeano)
Tiggy (Taygete)
Electra
Merope (missing)
Maia
June 2007

First Quarter
13; 16; 21
1
I will always remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard that my father had died.
I was sitting in the pretty garden of my old schoolfriend’s townhouse in London, a copy of The Penelopiad open but unread in my lap, enjoying the June sun while Jenny collected her little boy from nursery.
I felt calm and appreciated what a good idea it had been to get away. I was studying the burgeoning clematis, encouraged by its sunny midwife to give birth to a riot of colour, when my mobile phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Marina.
‘Hello, Ma, how are you?’ I said, hoping she could hear the warmth in my voice too.
‘Maia, I . . .’
Marina paused, and in that instant I knew something was dreadfully wrong. ‘What is it?’
‘Maia, there’s no easy way to tell you this, but your father had a heart attack here at home yesterday afternoon, and in the early hours of this morning, he . . . passed away.’