Page 108 of Deadly Little Scandals

With Lily, with Sadie-Grace, even with the devil herself, Campbell Ames.

But here I was, wearing a platinum shovel around my neck and walking back into the party with the three of them, arm in arm.

“Do you know anything about the new class of Debutantes?” Lily asked Campbell as the world around us blurred into a mix of champagne and black ties, fresh flowers and live music.

“Nothing worth repeating,” Campbell replied. “You know the girls the year below us. They’re boring. Now, if you start to look a couple of years down the line? Two of my little cousins on the Bancroft side will be coming out. I trained them in my own image.”

That was terrifying. I thought of Nick’s sister, as much an outsider to this world as I’d ever been.

“Is this the part where we sayBless their hearts?” Sadie-Grace asked.

I brought my hand to the delicate shovel charm nestled just above my collarbone. “How about”—I thought of every single thing that had happened since I became a Debutante myself—“Good luck?”