Designer Bags and Deadly Curses

Summary

Everyone in Manhattan high society knew that among the three heiresses of the billionaire Kingsley dynasty, the youngest was an irredeemable spendthrift.

I had exactly one skill in life, and that was burning through money.

The irony, of course, was that the rest of the Kingsley family was a fortress of ruthless overachievers. My eldest sister, Charlotte, controlled a multi-billion-dollar private equity portfolio by the age of twenty-four. My second sister, Sadie, had swept every international computer science accolade and algorithm prize in existence by twenty.