If Clara was surprised with the accusation, then she didn’t let it show. Many years of being a Draxton had prepared her to keep her face neutral in adversity. “Not the first time I’ve heard that.”
“You didn’t get your face cut in an accident. You lied to the boys.”
“Ah,” Clara thought as she strained her drink into the martini glass. “I didn’t think Luisa would appreciate me telling her small boys a trio of psychopaths cut my face up and broke my nose to get cash from my grandfather.” Clara shrugged as she looked for the olives around the bar. She found them and popped one into her mouth and then two in her glass. She was suddenly wishing she had made it a double.
“Why not, they need to learn sometime the world is a cruel mean place.” Isabella bit out. “Better sooner than later.”
“Why?
