A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
David had told me the plain truth.
Legal codes and photographs were never going to convince my son.
Ethan was in too deep with his perfect new life.
I pressed down on the heavy black clasp to check the seal.
He’ll never believe us unless he sees it with his own eyes.
I sat down in my leather desk chair.
Vanessa drew her power from her social standing and her flawless image.
She’d worked the boutique clerk by claiming I didn’t fit the rich look of the place.