Margot POV
Friday after work, I went to Ellen’s.
I still hadn’t figured out how to explain the sudden money, so I told her it was a project bonus.
We spent Saturday at the hospital arranging better care.
Sunday I looked at apartments—bright, with a balcony and actual sun so she could keep her plants.
I still hadn’t found the words for the rest.
Back at the company apartment that night, Nora sent me a screenshot.
Melanie and Arian on her i********:, looking like a magazine spread.
Nora’s messages came fast:
Nora: Adrian Vanderbilt?? I heard both brothers were after her, and she picked the younger one.
Me: Really?
Nora: He’s twenty-three and has a trail of models. Rhett’s the heir. Steady. Focused. Melanie’s taste is trash.
Me: People like who they like.
Nora: He’s a player.
