into an unreadable, polite mask. But Bailey had caught it. She had seen the sligh
to move, breaking
, perfectly hollow smil
re to meet you. I've h
dence of a woman meeting her siste
alm warm against her cool fingers. There was no dramatic spark, just the suffocating weight of a three-
rd her sister. "Congratulations, J
ordin shifted uncomfortably, sensing the
enge in Bailey's posture. "Bailey, where are your manners? Go help the s
less shrug, more t
ne
oritative. "Let her stay. She is my future sist
nd Jordin stared, stunned that he would intervene on Bailey's behalf. A qu
back at him. "How though
orr, while Jordin tried far too hard to sound intelligent about his recent corporate acquisiti
ipped her black coffee, and treated the billiona
igning excitement. "Dorr, there's a massive charity gala at the Beaumon
nts were old money-the kind of elite circle the Morrows were
utely no one there," Ilene added dismissively, si
intending to excuse herself, when her
D read: Elea
d smoothly, standing up
oor shut behind her to block out her family's prying
umont crackled through the speaker. "I need you at the estate this weekend. The event
ing a sudden fainting spell outside a chaotic art gallery, staying with her until the paramedics arrived. Since tha
event planner," Ba
take no for an answer, Bailey. I n
lented, shaking her
en and stepped back into the di
feigned apology and a gentle expression. "Sorry, Jordin. I won't be able to
ene's jaw practically unhinged, and Jord
r eyes met Dorr's one last time, catching
ce light. "It was an experience
ked out, leaving the suffocating room
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