Seeing Allegra was a breath of fresh air. The walls seemed to close in on me among the members of high society, who seemed to judge me without knowing who I was. “Becca, are you okay?”

Shaking my head, I blinked away tears threatening to build and laughed, shaking my head. “It’s already a shit show. I think coming here was a mistake.”

“Oh, hell no,” she replied. “You look like a goddess tonight, Becca. You’re not going to let that two-faced, lying ...