Semua Bab GUILTY OF LOVING YOU: Bab 11 - Bab 13

The Pierre at six in the evening looked like a stage that had not yet decided which play to perform. Crystal sconces threw rivers of light along the walls. Waiters moved between donors with platters of food no one was hungry for. The air smelled of orchids and very old money.Lisa was not on the guest list.Camille had spent a morning trading on Hamilton's name and an afternoon trading on her own, and by lunch a senator's aide had agreed to overlook the absence of an invitation in exchange for an absence of cameras. The compromise had cost Lisa a black sheath she did not particularly enjoy and the loan of a coat she would have to return by midnight.She walked into the ballroom with her shoulders precisely level.It was, she had begun to understand, an art form: how a woman entered a room that had agreed in advance not to want her. There were ways to do it badly, with too much chin, too much smile, too much apology. Her father had spent decades teaching her to do it cleanly. Tonight s