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.
She faltered, then set her jaw. I was at the Ashford Foundation Gala at 18, representing the family. Nobody said anything after that. At some point, the game had become just the two of us.
I didn't move, and I didn't look away. Two fingers left. At my lowest, I was 78 pounds. I have 20 million in savings and three oceanfront properties.
If that is her best card, she is out of cards. I don't have a home. She folded her last finger down and opened her mouth to keep going, then realized she'd lost.
I'll take this one. He drained it. Then he came across the room with a black look on his face and pulled me out into the hall. Why would you say those things?
Are you playing the victim? I know things were hard for you out there. Tonight isn't the night to fish for sympathy. Something sank in me.
Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was three years of swallowing it. Vivian brags and that's fine. I say one true thing about my own life and I'm working the room?
Could you possibly take her side any harder? She doesn't know better. Are you telling me you don't either?