From Heiress to Hellfire

ng day ended with the fla

al, jarring silence. My death was ruled an accident, a tragic fall

rom obscurity, inherited a slice of my Anderson oil fortune. He used it t

s art school in Europe on my

took me was Sabrina' s voice, a whisper to

bad, jus

, no

il

e pristine Hamptons air, a sound so out of place it feels li

nt of salt and roses in the air, wearing a

jeans and cowboy hats are swarming

The "bachelorette party

sed, and looked to Ethan for help, only to be met

old, burning rage that has been simmering

own rips under a m

in my mind. The image of my family photo, with everyone laughing a

reeze. I

ound that cuts through th

out of here! I'm pressi

eze, their sleazy smiles wiped from their faces. The w

na, who stands beside Ethan, her face a mask

voice dripping with i

ervous now, nods. "The lady, Sab

s not a sound of humor. It' s the

, beaded purse my mother insisted I carry and pu

voice ringing out across the lawn. "All you have to do is give my future sister-in-law