Chapter 171

• Third person POV
• The sun barely peeked through the grey clouds that loomed over the estate as black cars lined the circular driveway like soldiers awaiting orders. The usually lively Walter's mansion had been transformed into a hushed sanctuary of grief. The front lawn had been cleared for the gathering, with black drapes lining the grand entrance, and pale lilies placed in tall glass vases by the doors and staircase.
• Meredith Walter’s death had sent ripples through high society like a stone dropped into still water.