Fallon
The invitation arrived on heavy cardstock, embossed and impossibly elegant — just like everything in the Callahan orbit.
The Bennett Foundation Annual Gala
I barely had time to process it before my phone buzzed with a text from Reid.
Reid: We’re expected. Be ready by seven.
That was it. No “please,” no “are you okay with this?” — just an order, like always.
My fingers tightened around my phone, irritation sparking in my chest.
I was so tired of feeling like an afterthought.
When the stylist showed up with an entire rack of couture gowns, I almost told her not to bother. I wanted to rebel — to throw on jeans and a t-shirt and see how Reid liked it.
But the Callahan name had expectations. And I knew how to play my part.
So I chose a sleek, black satin dress that clung in all
