Her Ten Minute Kiss Cost Everything
Language: en
My family is petty to the bone, the kind of people who cradle a grudge like an heirloom. Yet because we place an almost religious value on our public standing, we have mastered the art of two faces: angels beneath the chandelier, vipers in the cellar. Once, an impoverished scholarship kid deliberately splashed a bucket of greasy mop water over my custom-made, bench-crafted John Lobb Oxfords. I merely smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and told him accidents happen. By nightfall, my family had commissioned a private cloud-seeding outfit to trigger a torrential local downpour, thoroughly…