kyline of Manhattan behind for the equally glitterin

ang. Not

jacket pocket. The scr

pressing the

ke old money and steel. "Where are you? The gala s

Colton. This was the "unwelcome social

er," Colton said. His tone

d like a cane hitting

? With who? W

Her name is Clarice. She's a

ed. "Bring her to me. Tonight. If I don't like her

ne wen

Colton and typed on her phone: Your grandmothe

it was a whirlwind romance, we eloped. You are deeply in love with me. Your silence i

epeated in her head. She gave a

t she said "tonight

r's charity gala runs until midnight. We'll go tomorrow evening. It gives you

But she'll dislike a poorly presented wife even more. Ton

nodded,

she live?"

y Estate. L

much for the 'mode

Ford bit his lip to

driveway of a towering pre-war apartment building w

es I live in a rundown walk-up. This apartment is off the

. "We go up. You change.

Clarice thought, looking at

ryly, as if reading her mind. He pu

side, standing by as h

them," he murmured as the

is chair into the m