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Nina entered carrying another inventory sheet. "We're almost ready," she said, scanning the counters. "Finish plating the desserts. The guests should be arriving any minute."
Any minute.
My stomach twisted. I reached for another serving tray before my hands could start shaking.
"You all right?"
I looked up too quickly. "I'm fine."
Nina studied me for a long moment. "You've been saying that a lot lately."
"It's usually true."
"No." She folded the paper in half. "It's usually convenient."
Before I could answer, hurried footsteps thundered through the hallway. A young Prospect nearly collided with the kitchen door before catching himself. "They're here!"
Every conversation in the clubhouse stopped. Someone outside shouted for the gates to be opened. Another brother answered th
