I kept my head down.

I let the frayed edge of the worn shawl shade my face.

I touched my collarbone again.

“I’m looking for Ethan.”

“Ethan’s busy inside with his real guests,” Vanessa said.

She aimed a perfectly manicured finger back at the long gravel driveway.

“You need to walk right back out those gates.

We rented this whole private estate for an exclusive event.”