Her Ten Minute Kiss Cost Everything

Summary

My family is petty to the bone, the kind of people who cradle a grudge like an heirloom.

Yet because we place an almost religious value on our public standing, we have mastered the art of two faces: angels beneath the chandelier, vipers in the cellar.

Once, an impoverished scholarship kid deliberately splashed a bucket of greasy mop water over my custom-made, bench-crafted John Lobb Oxfords. I merely smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and told him accidents happen.