s-Royce Phantom, his knuckles white as he turned onto

tically smoothing out the wrink

with anxiety. "Mrs. Astor is the gatekeeper of New

eeze carried the scent of expensive perfume and sea salt. Mrs. Astor, a woman whose pos

ly tradition-presenting a highly curated, impossibly ra

ight, overly eager smile. She he

he pulled out a bottle of mass-produced, commercial red

olite smile fr

e cheap label. She stared at it

eir heads. Their eyes scanned the cheap bottle, their faces twisting into

the bottle. She gestured v

th ice. She didn't look at Fallon again. She turned her back entirely

ummet. The elegant mask on her face

lked up to a Wall Street executive he had k

aking a large step backward. "I need

as he overheard two young heirs la

whispered loudly. "Are the Ro

social execution taking place. She kept trying to hand out complim

lly unbearable. Conner's face was dark purple with rage.

loft in Soho, Harmony adjusted the

le, her gloved hands carefully treating a rare b

A group chat of Hamptons socialites was exploding

sor. A cold, hard smile touched her lips. She swiped

re afternoon tracking down a dormant commercial lease under a shell corporation, desperate to find her. Conne

directly at Harmony's face. "You deliberately didn't prepare the A

sk, and pulled it off her face. She peeled off her thick rubber gloves,

her voice cutting through the chemical smell of the room

ling. "You selfish, spiteful girl! You did this b

silk scarves you gave Mrs. Astor for the last three years? I flew to Eu

re fury. His absolute autho

nd pulled out his phone. He diale

e every trust fund account, every credit line, and every ch

the wealth manager's

at Harmony, a cruel, tri

d fix the mess you made," Conner threatened, his voice drop

faction settling over his features. He full

collapse. She d

trial sink. She turned on the faucet and began scrubbing the

rned back around, she looked at Conner as i

xed smile broke

h," Harmony

y, and pushed open the studio door. The bright, chaotic noise of the N