Scarlett’s POV
An hour later, the house came alive with the sound of heels clicking and wardrobe chaos. I had already laid out my dress, a sleek, champagne-gold halter neck that hugged my body like second skin and shimmered under the light. My heels were Louboutin, my makeup flawless, and I added soft waves to my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.
For Maria, I picked a rich emerald-green wrap dress that flattered her curves, paired with gold accessories and soft nude heels. She stepped out of the bathroom, blinking in awe as she looked in the mirror.
“I look like money,” she whispered.
“You are money,” I said, handing her a small Fendi purse. “Let them feel it.”
When Jasper’s driver pulled up, the man, silent and well-trained, opened the door without question. I didn’t bother te
