Thirty Years of Ash

Summary

All because she looked a little like the city's most privileged young socialite.

Someone photographed my sister in private and put the pictures up for bidding at an auction.

The heiress sat there with a smile on her mouth and raised her paddle, and she meant every bit of the harm in it.

"I'll outbid them all.

"Whatever anyone bids, I'll add a dollar.

"No reason in particular. Just so the men here get an eyeful."

The room cheered.

"When do we ever get a treat like this? Trust Miss Aldrich to spend freely."