BEAUTIFULLY UNFAITHFULLY
Laurel’s POV
By two in the afternoon, the penthouse had been transformed into a temporary luxury showroom. Garment bags hung draped over the backs of dining chairs, the sofa, and the high bar stools.
Italian leather heels lined the marble trim beneath the console table, designer handbags were arranged across the island, and velvet jewelry boxes sat stacked beside the crystal fruit bowl.
I turned slowly toward Amanda. "Did you rob a department store?"
"I curated," she replied, not looking the least bit apologetic.