Chapter 4

Three days later, it was the charity gala.

The night before, Brooks Villa was lit up like a Christmas tree.

My mom was personally overseeing the stylists as they helped me try on dresses, her frown getting deeper by the second.

"How did you manage to make a Chanel couture gown look like some fancy apron?" my mom snapped, her voice dripping with disdain.

I turned around in front of the mirror, not saying a word.

Emily swept in, looking every bit the princess in her limited-edition gown.

"Charlotte, if you're not used to wearing dresses, just stick to your…