oth as silk over the phone. "There's a small gathering tonight at the
don't know, Au
o show everyone how proud I am
em down. I wanted to believe that the man I l
s waking up not in my bed,was in a room made of glass, like a display case. The air was frigid, and I could see my breat
chest, hot and shar
heard l
tood with champagne flutes in their hands. They were the ci
b Noble's waist. She was leaning against him, a triumphant smirk on her face. She wasn'
aid, his voice amplified by a speaker insi
wife has been so hot-headed lately
ed off the glass walls. Deb looked at me, her eyes full of
ands weren't tied. They hadn't taken my purse. I fumbl
I found the number and press
my voice hoarse
r a second. The socialites
laugh. "Oh, Izzy. Still so del
pping with fake sympathy. "Everyone knows that. Bl
watched as Austen dismantled my family's legacy piece by pi
y voice trembled. Was it possible?
amiliar voice said through the pho
e so powerfully my k
locked me in
ode to the glass. "Who are you talking t
ng. No father, no company, no power. Y
crowd. "Let's liv