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

“I’ve brought counsel,” she said. “And Preston, since his professional reputation has been defamed.”

Preston gave me a lazy smile. “Rough look, Mara. Playing hotel queen already?”

I glanced at the two attorneys. One looked uncomfortable. The other looked expensive.

“You are trespassing,” I said.

Celeste laughed. “In my husband’s hotel?”

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