Chapter 30 Thirty

• Maria
• I don't dare speak on the car ride back to the penthouse. The Mercedes is filled with boxes and bags from Bergdorf's, Saks, and Bloomies. My wedding gown sits on my lap in a huge rectangular box that feels heavier than a boulder, dragging me deeper into the depths.
• Larissa and Naomi talk nonstop about people I don't know, and from the sound of it, people I don't want to know. It's safer for me to say nothing.