Chapter 18: Fine Dinner

Vaughn

Cleo dangled her designer sunglasses from one manicured hand, her lips parted in disbelief.

Before she could take another step toward the picnic table, Freya moved. Her frame planted firmly in the weeds between Cleo and her mother's rusted chair, her jaw clamped tight.

She wasn't afraid of a physical fight. She was terrified this entitled socialite would strip her family of their dignity in