Chapter 5

The third rule of mimicking high society was creating an aura of mystery, backed by blue-blooded connections.

If you want people to believe you have old money, you need old money to vouch for you.

Lexie Dodson, the elderly woman who lived in the mansion next door to my rental villa, was the perfect target.

For the past two years, I had meticulously engineered a relationship with her. Every single morning, after "accidentally" bumping into her on a walk, I would arrange a fresh vase of imported hydrangeas and leave it on her patio table.

She was always polite, but…