Ari slid into the limousine beside the woman, and took the long, fluted champagne glass she offered. Although Ari didn’t drink, she needed one now.

“The name’s Lillian Durling,” the woman said in a slightly British accent. She took a sip of her champagne.

“And you are?” From her accent, Ari thought that she was probably from Estrea but wanted to know for sure.

The woman refilled Ari’s glass. “I am Lillian, your new personal shopper.” She held her arms out ...