My oldest brother, Damian Vitale, was supposed to attend an exclusive charity gala hosted by the Larue family, the richest in Las Vegas.But at the last minute, one of his shipments ran into trouble.I thought it sounded fun, so I volunteered. Ethan and I slipped away from our bodyguards and went in his place.It was a decision I'd regret for the rest of my life.Halfway through the gala, the host's daughter, Isabella Larue, stormed over with a few hulking bodyguards and cornered me.She threw a blurry photo in my face.In the photo, a woman in a white couture gown sat on a man's lap, draped all over him.Isabella pointed at the photo, then jabbed a red-lacquered nail an inch from my nose."You bitch! You've got the nerve to go after my husband?"And then show up at my gala to rub it in my face?"I looked down at it.As it happened, I was wearing a white dress tonight too.But anyone with eyes could see that my second brother, Alexander Vitale, had flown mine in from Paris Couture Week
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