CHAPTER 20
SOPHIE
The elegant powder room smells of money, of Chanel and Louis Quatorze, of the sweetest perfume money can buy after a long night of taking it all in.
And I reek of that, of the socialite, of Sophie Santellini, the all-star model who takes what she wants from the world, who does it all on her own terms, who is as ruthless as any man in the boardroom or on the court.
I'd been no more innocent than the men from my past. Men like my father who used and abused the women in his life. Men like Christopher Jackson bent and broke the people around him to his will.
I'm the girl who doesn't cry until the end. The one who grits her teeth, who lets the pain evaporate in the bed of a stranger and then moves on.
That's what I'm trying to tell myself, anyway. Because I can't think o
