Chapter 64

NORA

“There’s freaking tissue paper, Nor! Gilt-edged tissue paper!”

I lean away from the mirror above my sink so that I can see Gwen through my open bathroom door. She’s holding the lid of the package in her hands and she’s staring reverently at the tissue-paperwrapped contents on my bed.

It arrived half an hour ago, precisely three hours before tonight’s Vanderbilt-Hale charity gala. The courier