“Wait, are you saying Ronald Wright’s the one badmouthing me? But why would he even do that?” George Harrison looked stunned for a second, then clung to me like a lost puppy. “He’s so mean, totally ruining my rep. Sis, let’s just cut him off.”
I couldn’t hold back a laugh and reached out to pinch his soft, adorable cheek.
“Alright.”
A little while later, George and I arrived at the auction. Everyone had a printed list of the items; the one Robert Harrison wanted was third on the list. I was still checking out the item’s background when a shrill and way-too-familiar voice rang out behind me.
“Isabella Carter?! What are you doing here?!”
I turned around and saw none other than Lisa Wright, my ex-mother-in-law, standing there with a middle-aged woman who looked every bit like
