One hour before the most cursed dinner gathering of the decade — also known as The Summers-Ford Family Meeting — Ava had already returned to the Summers Manor with the enthusiasm of a woman walking into her own execution chamber.
Of course, she didn't come back to relax, sip tea, or enjoy the last fleeting moments of peace. No. She came back to ruin herself.
Because tonight, she would not be Ava the competent, chic, perfectionist boss-lady. No. Tonight, she would be Eva — her glitter-loving, drama-starting, fashion-disaster of a twin. And that meant ditching all her muted neutral colors and tailored elegance to dress like a sentient piñata at a rave.
Adelle, her poor, overworked lady's maid, stood by the massive walk-in closet door with the expression of a war nurse watching her patient get dressed for battle — but with sequins.
