Later that afternoon after our spa session, the groomsmen escort Svetlana, Xiu-Mei, Andrea and I back to the Winsworth’s mansion. Todd initially had me at the back of the line, where he could surreptitiously walk right behind me, probably in an attempt to freak me out (and check out my butt in the figure-hugging clingy white mini dress I’m wearing). But the groomsman named Steven put a stop to that after a few minutes of walking, insisting on swapping places with Todd under special instructions from Mr. Winsworth.
Todd probably assumes that Mr. Winsworth means Franklin Winsworth, but I’m starting to suspect he’s referring to the younger Mr. Winsworth - his real boss, Oliver.
If I had any lingering doubts in my mind that Steven was the double agent, Oliver’s man on the inside, those doub
