ARIA

The day of the estate distribution arrives with cruel sunshine and unseasonably warm weather.

I dress carefully, in a navy Armani suit, a cream silk blouse, and Louboutin heels. I want my family to see exactly what they're trying so hard to destroy.

Dante is already dressed when I emerge from the closet, looking devastating in a charcoal three-piece suit that probably costs more than my parents' monthly mortgage payment.

"Ready?" he asks.

"No. But let's do this ...