Nora's POV
I let out a groan, staring at the material before me. If I had thought that the files I was given the other night was much, I was ready to lose my mind at the quantity before me. Because of my lack of 'knowledge' the other night about Sasha's new acquaintances, Damon had made Hart find out about everyone Sasha had met few months prior her disappearance and everything she had done.
I had a week to memorize the new faces, their names, their hobbies, their jobs and likely conversations Sasha might have had with them. Damon got invited to a charity ball and I had to play my part as a dutiful wife.
Do not embarrass me, fake Sasha. Those had been his exact words when he called me on phone twenty minutes ago. The annoying brat. I hissed as I mentally cursed him.
I sighed again, r
