CASS

I wasn’t used to dressing up like some wealthy bitch with staff and paparazzi at her beck and call. 

But I was doing this for Dahlia. Sadie and I were. 

From head to our toe, we looked and smelled every inch like the wealthy. 

We even had Zac’s convoy and security follow us to the venue where the business deal was to be closed. 

The gate opened to let us in. 

The couple — Dahlia’s parents — were standing on their porch waiting for us. 

I have never seen the couple before and Dahlia had never spoken of them until yesterday when she’d called me to come complete this...