Audrey's POV
The car pulled up to a mansion that screamed money—all sharp angles, floor-to-ceiling windows, and landscaping so perfect it looked fake. The security gate was a production in itself, with guards checking my invitation twice before waving us through.
The driveway was already packed. I counted at least ten cars, each one more expensive than the last, and the people milling around them were exactly who I expected. Faces from magazine covers. Influencers with lots of followers.
I stepped out of the car, the yellow dress catching the late afternoon light. A few heads turned. Eyes swept over me, assessing. But no one approached. A few whispered behind their hands, probably exchanging the latest gossip about the "scandalous Moreno stepsister."
Fine by me. I didn't come here to make friends.
"Audrey!"
