"All credit goes to President Lucas.
I'm just a model, really.
But I do adore this evening gown—he said he'd gift it to me as a keepsake."
Beauty dabbed the corners of her lips with a handkerchief from the table, her gaze lingering on the moon-white dress, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Sarah watched her with a flicker of envy, though beneath it lay concern and unease.
She knew better than anyone the challenges of being the woman by Lucas's—or Drake's—side.
Countless women were waiting in the wings, sharpening their claws, desperate to claw their way into their lives by any means necessary.
A woman's jealousy was the most terrifying thing.
Back in their school days, she had considered Samantha her closest friend, confiding in her about everything—even her relationship with Drake.
Yet that very "best friend" had ended up in bed with the man she loved.
The memory of those sickening scenes still twisted her heart, a wound that refused to heal.
