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
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