The night deepened, but Leah still couldn’t fall asleep.
She rolled over one more time, but it was no use. Giving up, she sat up in bed, her soft, light-brown hair cascading lazily over her shoulders as she slipped on her slippers and threw a jacket over her shoulders.
The vacation villa was spacious, and silence enveloped the long corridor, with only Leah and her shadow in sight.
Leah knew she wasn’t a perfect friend, but with Daphne, she had been sincere these past two years. She had grown used to being unloved, so Daphne’s betrayal didn’t particularly hurt her—but it did make her angry.
Why did every person who approached her come with an agenda?
The Evans Family had fallen from grace, barely clinging to the fringes of Los Angeles high society. From the day she was born, she had b
