After asking Gia what she’s going to wear, I choose a sundress appropriate for dinner. It’s a soft cotton fabric, green with small yellow flowers, and wraps in the front in a way that teases at my cleavage and the side of my leg when I walk or sit. It’s feminine and classy, yet sexy at the same time. I add hoop earrings and a delicate gold chain with my favorite pendant—a golden rose in full bloom. We drive to the house even though it’s not far. None of us care to walk home in the dark. There is a third row of seats, but no one wants to climb over the back seat, so Marca sits on Gia’s lap for the short ride. The sun is still out when we arrive, though settling low enough on the horizon to soften the evening light. Carter Bishop’s home is much newer than the Hardwick mansion, so it doesn’t
