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and I gave in only because at least those would be attached firmly to my body and not just dangling off my wrist.
    But the damn cherry on top of the ice cream was the heels…her beautiful, stunning, silver shimmering Christian Louboutin pumps that fit my feet like a glove.
    Wait. I had been so swept up that I hadn’t caught it immediately.
    “What size shoe do you wear?”
    She stood next to me fluffing her hair. “Size eight and a half. Why?”
    “I wear a seven.” I stared at her, but she still didn’t get it. “How do these shoes fit me?”
    She froze.
    I glanced down at the dress again. My breasts were bigger than hers and yet the dress cupped me perfectly.
    “You had this planned all along, didn’t you?” I backed away from her. She was much smarter than I’d initially thought. She had called Mary and gotten me there just so she wouldn’t have to go the party alone, and I had fallen right for it.
    “If you haven’t noticed, I’m a little desperate,” she replied, a small smile on her lips.
    “You spent thousands of dollars just to have a friend? You could have gotten an escort.”
    She shrugged, picking up her clutch. “Nothing I can do now. Let’s go. We’re already late.”
    What the hell?
    Part of me was impressed…another larger part of me was a little creeped out, but I followed her anyway.
    Foster stood at the bottom of the stairs. Upon seeing me, his eyebrow rose. A teasing smile spread on his old face. “ Lady Chapman.”
    “Don’t even start.” I glared. “You didn’t warn me when I got here.”
    “You’ll learn. Ms. Monrova is hard to say no to.”
    Leaning over to him as she put on her coat, I whispered, “She isn’t crazy is she?”
    “Have a good evening Lady Chapman.” He snickered before leaving me to fend for myself.
    “Jane come on!” She threw me a fur jacket and I glanced at the clock. It was after nine. Only three more hours until midnight and I could turn back into a pumpkin.
    Placing the coat on, I rushed out to the waiting Mercedes.
    “I look all right…right?”
    Isn’t it too late to be asking? “You look beautiful. Completely stunning.”
    “French, remember?”
    Sighing, I repeated, “ Vous êtes belle. Très étonnante .”
    “ Merci, et toi .” She giggled, leaning back into the chair.
    Rolling my eyes, I glanced out the window, not sure why I had butterflies in my stomach. I was nervous but had no idea why.
    “If you planned this, why did you make me clean your house first?” I asked her.
    “Because it was dirty, of course.”
    I turned back to her. “I cleaned on Friday. You messed it up on purpose didn’t you? So I wouldn’t just leave?”
    “You make me sound a lot more devious than I really am,” she said, pretending to check her phone.
    She was insane. I kinda liked her for it, though.
    One night playing dress up couldn’t hurt, right?

Chapter Five
     
    From Boston to Weston—aka the third wealthiest town in the United States—was only thirty minutes, but it felt like I had gone across the world. The houses here were bigger than half my neighborhood. It was insanity. When we drove up the long driveway and around the water fountain to the European-style mansion, my stomach dropped and I didn’t want to get out of the car.
    “Welcome,” the doorman said. Stepping up, I held on to the coat around my shoulders while Irene came out of the other door to stand beside me.
    “Be mysterious,” she said in French, and I hoped that meant not speaking.
    “Names?” said another man at the door. He was dressed in a tailored suit; given the cold night, I was worried the poor man would freeze.
    “Seriously?” Irene snapped, annoyed. “Irene Monrova, Elspeth Yates’ niece.”
    The moment she said that, he straightened up. “Sorry ma’am, but we were instructed to check everyone. Please enjoy.”
    Elspeth Yates? Where had I heard that name before?
    “May I have your coats?” A maid took it from me before I could answer. Irene didn’t