Leah
I was still catching my breath, fingers curled around the two black cards like they might vanish if I blinked, when voices filtered through the bathroom door—sharp, insistent, and unmistakably Ella’s.
“Master Lindo, I swear to you, I really am Leah’s sister. Don’t let her looks fool you—she’s been obsessed with money her whole life, blowing cash on the stupidest things. I’ve always managed her finances for her own good. If you give her Cedar Grove as a reward, she’ll mortgage it in a heartbeat for some ridiculous impulse buy. For her sake, just hand the deed to me. I promise I’m not lying. If I am, I’ll walk out right now, never step foot in your salon again, and you can ban me for life—no more styling from the great Master Lindo. Deal?”
Master Lindo’s voice cut in, flat and irrita
