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