The second eldest son of the Hudson clan, Trevor Hudson, had just finished ravishing Ava Bartholomew in her bed at her penthouse. She was a trust fund baby and the youngest child of Lester Bartholomew. Trevor was thirty-one. Ava was twenty-four; just ten years younger than her father’s current wife.            Trevor had been seeing Ava casually for almost a year. Of course, he dated and slept with other women, but Ava was his favorite among the socialites and middle class ladies in his list of girls. She was fun and gorgeous. With her thick brown shoulder length hair, height, and perfect skin tone and button nose, she had modeled for Vogue and a few fashion shows.  Of course, she didn’t have to work, but she liked doing things that put her in the limelight. Trevor didn’t mind her vanity. She had every reason to be vain as far as he

            A month later . . .             The holidays had gone off without a hitch. Joanna had spent it with the rest of the staff like she had done for the past three and a half years. They exchanged small inexpensive gifts and had Christmas dinner in the mansion kitchen.            But, most importantly, Joanna had enrolled in the New York School of Design. She was working toward a fashion design certificate. She was taking three required foundation classes currently. The rest of the classes she would take as time went on. Joanna had enrolled as a part-time student so she could keep her job at the estate. A full-time student at the design school could earn a certificate in a year.  But, since Joanna was attending part-time she had no idea how long it would take her to earn

            A few days later . . .             Joanna sat in the chair in her quarters as Courtney put the finishing touches on her make-up. She had curled and fluffed Joanna’s thick mane and sprayed it with so much hair spray that Joanna thought she was going to choke.            “Not too much eye shadow, Courtney. I’ll be wearing a mask,” Joanna said.            “I know, but there is space around the holes of the eyes,” Courtney countered as she continued to work.            After another few minutes, Courtney was finally done.            “When we have mo

            Ava looked around the ballroom with her mother looking for Trevor. There was no sign of him.            “You see,” her mother hissed. “You can’t leave men for a minute without a commitment. What were you thinking coming to look for me?” Her mother was wearing a black ball gown that showed off her shoulders. She also wore a black mask with black feathers that hung out on the sides and the top. Her mother carried a black lacey fan. She had told Ava that it made her outfit more daring, but Ava knew she had to counter-act her hot flashes.            “You were gone for so long I thought something happened to you,” she said defensively.            “What could have happened to me walking to

            Yesterday, Courtney packed a small make-up bag for Joanna to take to school with her and use before she met-up with Trevor. She had also looked up the Cameron family online on her phone. There were dozens of them, but only twelve of them were directly in the political limelight. Not one was named Clarice so there wasn’t a photograph of Clarice. Joanna’s alter ego was safe from discovery. She had tried to learn the names of the family members. Two of the male members were senators and one of the female members was a congresswoman. The matriarch of the clan was an ambassador.Courtney had gotten up at the crack of dawn to help Joanna with her hair. Once her hair was filled with large curls and hair spray, she put on a black halter top and the shortest pair of white shorts she had ever worn. Courtney called them booty shorts. When she had left the estate yesterday to visit her parents, she had stopped