Kendra’s POV
Fiona spun around with her eyes glittering.
“Now,” she said, voice breathless with excitement, “go find something killer for tonight.”
I blinked. “Tonight?”
She gave me a look like I’d just asked her if water was wet. “Yes, tonight, darling. Didn’t you hear?”
“Hear what?” I asked, squinting as I slowly set a pair of Jimmy Choos back on the glass shelf.
She grinned, full and wicked. “There’s a party. The party. The one where you meet your father.”
I froze. My stomach turned to glass. “What?”
I didn’t say anything else.
I just hurried through the rest of the shopping, barely hearing her chatter. And as soon as I could, I made my way back to my room.
After spending the rest of the afternoon lying flat on my bed, unmoving, I was now in the bathroom, submerged in hot wate
