playing the part perfectly-the concerned, sweet younger sister. She stopp

her voice dripping with fake sympat

cold. She didn't look at her sister like a sibling; she look

took a step forward, trying to insert himself into the con

lance. She simply turned her back

pyramid of crystal flutes. At the very top, resting on a special cradle, sat a bottle of vintage Do

anicured finger at t

hat one,"

her smile falt

ise spoke slowly, as if explaining s

sensing the shift in the air. This

ching crowd, then back at Annalise. "Anna, that's too

crossed her arms over her chest, the rubies at her throat catching the light. Sh

ings over. He forced a laugh. "I can get

sgust in her eyes was barely concealed

sis on the last word. The implic

e victim. But Annalise felt no pity. All she could see was the woman who had cut her brake

ped her foot impatie

eating it up. The Knowles heiress wa

teful in front of the city's elite. If she accepted, she would loo

ht this was a game. He thought she was acting out because she was jealous, and

a subtle no

e scene unfold with a faint smirk on his face. He didn't interfere. He

r white dress and walked toward the tower, her

ramid, her jaw clenching. It was a

ifference. She caught the eye of the head bu

ook. A specific,

all, polished mahogany stepping stool, usually reserved for reaching the highest shelves in the esta

hampagne tower, the wooden legs

face pale. This was it. The