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

smile vanished.

“Misappropriation?” he said. “That’s insane.”

Dana held up a tablet. “Silverline Hospitality. Vale Strategic Guest Solutions. Altura Brand Lab. Three accounts, same mailing service in Miami. Two linked to your personal phone number.”

Preston looked at Celeste.

It was fast.

But everyone saw it.

Dad whispered, “My God.”

Celeste’s face hardened continue reading …