The next morning, the insistent buzz of the alarm jolted Kourtney awake. It was 6 am, and the sound felt like a personal attack.

She groaned, reaching out to hit the snooze button, but then she remembered.

The Silverstone Gala! 

She had to be there early to oversee the final preparations. Everything depended on her. She needed to be on time.

After a night like the one they had just had, she wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, but duty called. The thought of the gala gave her a fresh surge of energy.

With a sigh, she sat up, ready to start the day. She knew she'd be...