A wealthy heiress discovers that the people closest to her have made room in their lives for another woman—but not for her. Cast aside and forced to beg, she decides she is done pleading and sets out to reclaim what is rightfully hers.
You win. The game was for you anyway. Tell me what you want. Then come shopping with me tomorrow. I want a pretty dress. You have better taste than I do. I set my glass down, used the motion to lower my head and get out from under her
I'd been backing down like that for three years. It came easy now. So easy that even Julian didn't notice anything was wrong. I promised I'd help Cece move tomorrow. Something twisted in my chest. For three years, I'd lived out in Fairholme, 40 minutes past the city line, nowhere near the Ashford house. Last month, Julian asked me what
I wanted for my birthday. I said I wanted to be acknowledged. I wanted my name in the Pick something else. You know how sensitive Vili is about that. I've been working on her. Once she agrees, you can come home. Then can I live closer to the house? Fairstills is so far. I can't get anywhere from there. He frowned and didn't answer right away.
Said he'd think about it. I knew what that meant. He went and asked Vivienne, the little princess who'd had my life since she was small and everyone's love along with it. Even our mother handled her like glass, terrified of upsetting her. Sure enough, yesterday, Julian told me Vivianne had said yes.