All Chapters of Chaos in Heels: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

The bathroom door suddenly rattled with a knock.“Deja? Are you in there?” Ren’s voice called through the door.All three siblings froze in panic. Oh shoot oh shoot oh shoot, Deja thought frantically.“One second!” she called out, her voice unnaturally high.“What do we do?” Trevor whispered.“Hide the evidence!” Nico hissed.“WHAT evidence?” Deja whispered back. “Earl ate it!”The little dog barked cheerfully at the sound of his name. “Deja?” Ren called again. “Is Earl in there with you? I heard him bark.”Deja looked at her brothers, who both gestured for her to handle it. Traitors, she thought.She cracked open the door just enough to peek out. Ren stood there looking unfairly gorgeous in his tuxedo, concern etched across his features. “Hey there,” she said casually, as if hiding in a bathroom with her brothers and a destructive dog was perfectly normal behavior. “Fancy meeting you here.”“Is Earl with you?” Ren asked. “He ran off as soon as we arrived, and I’ve been looking everyw

Saturday night arrived with the kind of perfect weather rich people seemed to order for special occasions. The Moreau-Zuo Joint Charity Gala was being held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a venue that practically screamed “old money” and “security cameras everywhere”—the latter being a crucial element of their plan.The dress—or “dress,” if you wanted to be polite—was nothing short of a chaotic masterpiece. The bodice was a structured silver mess of geometric cutouts that somehow made her look like an art installation, and the full skirt? Electric blue and fuchsia gradients, with strategically placed LED lights that subtly pulsed as she moved, like her body was a rave. The back was mostly open, criss-crossed with silver chains, and she was rocking holographic platform boots that added five inches of height, which—let’s be honest—she desperately needed. Her hair was styled in a towering updo with streaks of blue, as if she’d asked the stylist, “Can you make me look like I got electr

“Well, well, well,” came a familiar voice from behind her. “Look at Ms. Corporate America.”Deja spun around to find her Guardian Angel lounging in one of the conference chairs, looking exactly as it had during their first meeting—glowing, ethereal, and slightly smug.“You!” Deja practically yelped, forgetting to even sip her coffee like a normal human being. “Where have you been? I thought you were supposed to check in monthly! It’s been like, weeks, and I’ve been out here making power moves, keeping my family together, and generally being fabulous while you’ve been ghosting me!”The angel waved a dismissive hand. “Time works differently for celestial beings, darling. Also, you were doing so well on your own, I didn’t want to interrupt the show.”“Show?” Deja crossed her arms. “Is that what this has been to you? Entertainment?”“More like... a fascinating case study in expectations versus reality,” the angel said, examining its perfect nails. “You’ve completely rewritten the narrativ