CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The doorbell interrupted Kaya painting in her studio.
She put her brush down, ran to the front door on bare feet, and checked the peephole. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Holly stood on the porch in shades outlined with diamonds, bling shining brighter than the sun.
Kaya leaned on the door, clutching her hip. “What do you want?”
“I need to talk to you.”
“I have nothing to say to you, Holly.”
“It’s about Seven and the Prescotts. It’ll only take a minute.”
Kaya exhaled as she opened the door. “You dress like that just to come over here?”
Holly leaned to the side in white, wide-legged pants and a cream top with transparent long sleeves and lace accents. “May I come in?” She took off her shades.
Kaya stepped aside, frowning.
Holly twisted inside in white, high-he
