Maddy's POV
If I'd thought dinner at the Harrison estate had been overwhelming, it turned out that was just the warm-up act.
One day later, Caroline descended on my apartment like a general preparing for battle, except her soldiers weren't carrying weapons. They carried garment bags. And make-up kits. And at least one suspiciously large steamer trunk that I was afraid to ask about.
"Maddy, darling, this won't do at all," she said the moment she swept through the door, her gaze flicking around my modest living room like she'd wandered into the wrong neighborhood. "The lighting in here is dreadful. Ladies! In the bedroom, please."
Within seconds, three women I'd never met disappeared into my bedroom with frightening efficiency. I half expected them to reemerge carrying my dress
