family that had spent years teaching me how to win without raising my voice…
Part 2
Twenty minutes later, I went downstairs alone.
Vanessa had changed into one of my silk robes.
That nearly made me laugh.
Derek pointed toward two suitcases he had pulled from the closet.
“You have until midnight.”
“Fine.”
His expression changed.
He had expected me to beg.
Vanessa smiled. “See? This can be civilized.”
I poured myself a glass of water.
“Where did you buy the dress?”
She blinked. “What?”
“The ten-thousand-dollar dress.”
“Bellerose Atelier.”
