Mara stepped out in a black satin dress and a diamond necklace, her face calm.

She looked beautiful, but more than that, she looked steady.

Jessica’s mouth fell open.

“No way,” she whispered. “Is that the dumpster girl?”

“Don’t call her that,” I snapped.

Jessica glanced at me. “You’re the one who started it.”

“I know.”

That shut her up.