I walked into my dad’s hotel gala and heard my stepmother snap, “Security, remove her.” I left without saying a word, then quietly

his arm, and he looked away.

“Leave,” I said.

They did. But at 12:38 a.m., Elliot called me.

His voice was sharp and awake.

“Mara, Celeste just filed an emergency petition claiming undue influence, financial incapacity, and trust fraud.”

I looked down the hallway, now empty except for the folder Celeste had dropped near the elevator.

“Can she win?” I asked.continue reading …