Riley’s POV
I spent the next morning in a state of controlled panic, preparing for Aria’s 2 PM visit like I was studying for an exam I was destined to fail.
Erica’s phone had been my textbook for weeks now. I’d scrolled through months of group chat history, they called themselves the “Fab Five”; studying photos, memorizing faces and names. Five women who’d apparently been friends since their debutante days.
Aria Delaney: Event planner, Erica’s closest friend. Warm smile, dark curls, always impeccably dressed. The one who’d sent that text yesterday.
Kendra Jensen: Interior designer, married to a hedge fund manager. Sleek black hair, sharp features, the one who always seemed to be organizing something.
Nora Leighton: Pediatrician, the practical one. Straight dark hair, minimal makeup,
