Jenna's eye had been twitching all morning.
Word had come through from Vic that the problem had been handled. No one knew that she was responsible for what had happened to Vera. Not even Richard and Gloria. As far as they were concerned, Vera was still at Hargrove Psychiatric Center, learning how to behave.
Jenna let herself relax.
She'd worn the last decent thing left in her wardrobe: a snow-white couture gown and a pearl tiara that still managed to look the part. Her parents had told her the man they were meeting was a young and accomplished entrepreneur, and that if she could make the right impression, the Laine family might still have a future.
Holding onto that thought, she pushed open the door with a smile.
The smile died on her face.
Every person in that room was someone she h
