A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“It’s about time. Let’s get ready to head down,” Scott said as he walked over, Yvonne at his side, her makeup immaculate.

“Dad! Mom!” Ileana called out, lifting the hem of her dress as she hurried over, her voice bubbling with excitement.

A rare, genuine smile flickered across Yvonne’s face as she smoothed Ileana’s hair, her lips curving into a picture–perfect smile.

“All that running around–what if you trip and fall?”

Ileana stuck out her tongue playfully and slipped her arm through Yvonne’s, the two of them looking every bit the close–knit family.

“Mr. Tate, Mrs. Tate.”

“Thank you for everything. We’ve set out some pastries for you in the next room.” Most of the stylists invited tonight had connections in the industry; the organizers always made sure the staff were taken care of, if only to avoid any gossip.

“Thank you, Mr. Tate. Your family looks so happy together.”

“Yes, Miss Tate takes after her mother–so sweet and charming.” With a few more words of praise, the staff knew their work was done for the day.

Yvonne’s smile stayed in place, and she gave a small nod, apparently pleased with the compliment. But if you looked closely, her eyes betrayed nothing but polite formality.

assistant

“Let’s go. The reception

so slightly. With Scott and Yvonne each holding one of her hands, the three

them.

feel almost triumphant. She glanced down at the crowd, feeling every

quiet corner, Stella and Penny stood together. Penny’s face was unreadable, while Stella seemed to be scanning

stand still, can

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princess your cousin?” Stella teased, a mischievous glint in

and tossing away the feast,” Penny replied,

despite herself. “That’s for sure.

so composed–couldn’t quite keep her expression in check. Stella, for her part, only winked

went unnoticed; everyone else was focused on

his voice ringing out across the hall. “After seventeen years apart, our daughter has finally

Ileana’s arm, the two of

she’s their real