Old money comes with endless drama and even more scheming running underneath.
Sloane sat in my passenger seat now, crying hard enough to shake.
Camille slunk out of the bar before Sloane could spot her.
None of it made sense to me.
I had no idea how badly Camille wanted this marriage to happen.
Her own son's happiness clearly never entered the calculation.
The streets had gone quiet by then, and Sloane couldn't get a word out through the crying, so I took her home with me.
"Why are you living here?"
She swept a look around the room and shook my arm hard.
I had no idea what had gotten into her, so I answered the question. "I rent it."
Sloane cried harder.
I felt my way toward it. "Is this place yours?"
I had signed through a rental agency and never learned who owned the property
