lett

ia social season, an event I used to anticipate with fluttering exciteme

or Julian to escort

e for the Legacy gala

lied instantly, a warm smile in his

ir. It was a symbolic act, a passing of the torch in front of the media, our biggest clients, and all of our peers. It was my right. Li

He was devastatingly handsome in a tailored tuxedo, and I wore a blood-red gow

hts. Julian's eyes locked on mine, darkening when he saw my hand resting on Cart

mony, Julian, as the acting hea

ident. "Tonight, we celebrate a new chapter for O'Hara Vineyard

nched. I knew

unced, smiling down at Lily, "will go to someone who I believe trul

as stripping me of my birthright in front of everyone who mattered and handing it to her. L

The future of O'Hara is in your hands," he sa