I was a Davenport heiress, engaged to Blake Vanderbilt III.
My old-money life seemed perfectly scripted, culminating tonight at the Spinsters' Ball.
My cousin, Savannah, the family charity case, was always my dearest confidante, urging me to "live a little" and ignore whispers about my weight.
But at the ball, Blake shattered it all.
Under blinding flashes, he publicly declared his love for Savannah: "The engagement is off. I cannot marry an embarrassment."
He looked directly at me.
The whispers turned to roars.
The Boston tabloids screamed, "Hefty Heiress Dumped at Debut," pairing my tear-streaked face with Savannah's triumphant smile.
Back home, Savannah, dripping crocodile tears, twisted the knife, confessing her years-long campaign.