The estate was exactly what Blair hated the most: lavish, cold, and painfully perfect. It wasn’t a home…it was a showpiece. A place meant to showcase Peter and Viv’s wealth and status. The kind of place that screamed old money, even if it was only surface-deep. Because none of their family could claim that.
As the SUV rolled up the long circular driveway, Blair’s stomach twisted into tighter knots. She really didn’t want to be here. The only benefit to her was that everyone would know she wasn’t crying about losing cheating asshole Dan.
Roman reached across the console, his fingers curling around hers. “We’re here.”
She swallowed hard. “Joy.”
Keira leaned between the seats again, her voice low and laced with sarcasm. “Let’s go grace the peasants with our beautiful presence. I mean, the
