agne in her hand. Her simple jeans and t-shirt, combined with the elegant silver m

her and Victoria. Victoria, draped in a couture gown, clung to Asher

lked tow

the gaze of the masked woman. Victoria noticed her a moment later, her expression souring.

and raised her glass. "Mr. Presco

nderlying tone that made Victoria's smile falter

mask as if trying to burn through it with

ps. "Why, aren't you happy to see me? I w

u're not welcome here. Leave." He assumed she was

holes in her mask. "Asher, you haven't changed. Always so cert

gratulations, little sister. You got what

t made Victoria'

an audience. Victoria's circle of friends

phant, looked Chloe up and down with open contempt. "Who is this? Dressed

und them as people b

the Beaumont gi

e was burne

re? Trying to win him

king a slow, deliberat

on a wounded expression. "Chloe, I know you're hurting, but you can't just s

painted Chloe as the unst

wanted everyone to know you were back, ri

nk on champagne and cruelty, j

ached out, her fingers aiming to

d never

ength. Chloe held Jenna's wrist, her fingers digging int

oe's eyes were chips of ice. "I

n, trying to pull her hand back,

away. The air crackled with ten