Chapter 101: Rich People Club
Lizzie
The drive to Reginald’s private estate passed in a blur of perfect lawns, towering iron gates, and the low purr of the Bentley’s engine.
I sat in the passenger seat, nervously clutching my purse in my lap. Inside it was the one piece of ammunition I hoped would turn the night in our favor. Reese had no idea what I had brought or what I planned to do.
I wasn’t even sure my plan would work, but with a common enemy, and a rival who was not only psychotic but obsessive, I figured I had at least a seventy percent chance.
When we got there, Reese tossed the keys to the valet and offered me his arm. Our masks were already in place. Mine a delicate silver and lavender piece that matched my lilac gown, his a simple but elegant black.
As the two unifor
