27
Lark
The house was empty.
Sam had left with Gavin and Camden to go golfing. Whitley had plans to meet a friend for some shopping in town. Katherine had claimed she needed a spa day and would be over before the party tonight.
Any minute now, the camera crew and photographers would be here to take over the house we’d spent all morning getting ready. English had had a cleaning crew come in and make the place spotless the day before, but after we’d partied a little harder than we’d planned the night before, we’d had to buckle down and get it sparkling again.
Now, English was just tapping her foot and waiting for everyone to show up.
“I cannot believe you managed to get Court Kensington into hair and makeup,” I told her.
She shrugged. “I can’t either. He’d been adamantly against it up
