Mia drove through the iron gates of her family’s estate just before sunset, the familiar manicured lawns and imposing colonial mansion doing nothing to calm the anxiety churning in her stomach. The two-hour drive from campus had given her too much time to rehearse her lies, but facing her parents was an entirely different battlefield.
Her father, Richard Sinclair, was a powerful real estate developer and major university donor. Her mother, Vanessa, was a socialite who chaired half a dozen charity boards. Image was everything to them. And right now, their only daughter was becoming campus gossip.
A maid ushered her into the formal sitting room where both parents waited. Her father stood by the marble fireplace, scotch in hand, while her mother sat rigidly on the velvet sofa, lips pressed
