The Southern Heiress's Reckoning

g. Today was my debutante ball, the pinnacl

a flood of memories from a lifetime ago-the same ball, the

my brother Tom Jr., infatuated with Babs, seized power. They sent me away, to years of hell in a "behavioral correction institute

y brother, and the sheer injustice of Babs's deceit, surged through my veins

ing, but I remembered another: Mother's legendary debutante dress. This time, I would not despai