The Lost Heiress In The Warden Uniform
Language: en
They called it a welcome-home gala, but the truth was, I was just a misplaced asset, the biological daughter of the Hawthorne fortune, finally found after twenty-three years. At the height of the Recognition Dinner, my adopted sister, Isla, suddenly pointed at me and gasped. “Aubrey, you look so familiar,” she exclaimed, her voice pitched high for maximum attention. “Aren’t you one of the specialty dancers from the Onyx Lounge?” She paused, then lowered her voice only slightly. “I think the woman squatting with her head covered in the vice-raid news two years ago—the one they blurred—had a…