Everly gawked at the spot where Aria had vanished through the door, her mind whirling like a blender set to "confusion mode."
What on earth had just happened?
The banquet hall was in total disarray. The hosts had fled, lugging the fainted fake daughter who'd popped a blood vessel from sheer rage. The supermodel son who usually lurked in the corner like a beautiful flower vase was now scurrying around, apologizing left and right to the guests. And what were those guests doing? Oh, just having the time of their lives, relishing every juicy moment of this chaotic spectacle.
Meanwhile, the real daughter who'd stirred up this whole mess was sitting alone, munching on cake like it was the most normal thing in the world. And then, out of the blue, some random woman had grabbed her hand and started spouting nonsense about someone wanting to steal from her and even kill her. It was like something out of a bad soap opera!
