Chapter 336

• Standing off to the side of the penthouse terrace, glass of champagne in hand, Jessica gave a tight smile and said, “Mom, that won’t work. If Cassandra finds out later and puts the blame on Aunt Helen, wouldn’t that be… well, never mind. Aunt Helen doesn’t have the nerve to push back anyway.”
• I watched them from the corner of my eye the mother-daughter duo, effortlessly spinning a web of passive-aggressive manipulation, with Helen at the center. Poor Helen, always playing the naive socialite, always trying too hard to stay relevant in a world that had evolved without her. Her innocence wasn’t endearing it was dangerous. The kind of woman who’d never understand she was being played until she was already on the front page of a scandal blog.
• Helen straightened, brushing imaginary lint from her Chanel blazer. “It’s just a few Mystic Pearl shares. Do you really think she’ll come after me for that?”