“It’s silk,” I said quietly.

“And I’ll do my best.” I did not tell her that I had, that very week, moved more institutional power across three time zones before breakfast than the entire Fairchild family had touched in a generation.

It was not yet time.

But I confess I enjoyed knowing it, standing there in my “polyester,” while Evelyn instructed me on the importance of the people my sister was about to be financially chained to.

Chapter 10 — The Golden Entrance