Larissa's POV
The women Tiffany introduced me to were all variations of well-dressed and well-off.
Shauna, who did something with nutrition and also held the title of vice president at the country club where all the women frequented. Evelyn, who used to be a runway model and was now the owner of a luxury makeup and skincare line that sold exclusively in high-end boutiques. Claudine, whose family owned the champagne we would be drinking this afternoon: apparently this batch was infused with gold flakes.
And then there was me.
Former Patterson Financial staff. Currently unemployed. Currently on trial for murder.
I joined them around the glass-topped table set with gold-trimmed plates and tiny food that looked too beautiful to eat. There were crustless sandwiches, flower-shaped pastry,
