rth day, the iron gate of

, her posture straight as an arrow. Eleanor met her in the priva

. "Her public debut must be flawless. She does not know how to hold a champagne flu

o hours drilling her. If she makes a single etiquette error before the New Yor

said, bowing her head in p

cross a velvet chaise lounge, snapping her chew

her bare feet in the air. "Mother said you're my new

her-bound copy of Debrett's P

ng into a register of icy, absolute auth

offed. "

ed ankle, and twisted it sharply, sending the heiress tumbling off

ayla scrambled up, h

ngth of the room. Drop the book, and we start the four-hour sequence from the beginning. You want Chase Sterling? A man like C

. She grit her teeth, balancing the book,

s calves burned, her shoulders ached, and her hatred for

nal phone-a replacement Eleanor had is

displayed: C

rug, snatched the phone, and tapped the green but

rred into the mic, casting

llowed by Chase's relaxed, patronizing laugh

other," Kayla whined, her tone dripping with manufactured helpless

lgence. "I'm coming to pick you up at seven. I reserved a privat

la asked, her eyes glea

king about an umbrella. "Someone needs to watch y

et. "Did you hear that, sister? You're on luggage duty tonight. Make su

phone, then back at Kay

tely dressed for the occasion