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doesn’t exist.”
    “Mrs. Block.” Inez’s raspy voice beckoned over the small white intercom above the fireplace. “The sommelier needs his check.”
    “Be right there,” Kendra answered, her eyes locked on Massie. “We’ll finish this conversation
with
your father. Assuming he can find it in his heart to get off the golf course and help me deal with this logistical nightmare.”
    “Whatevs,” Massie mumbled as she stood. Her mother always stressed pre-party. This was nothing new. Tomorrow they’d be getting poolside massages from that hawt Swede Puff Daddy had recommended, and all would be forgotten. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I’m running out to Calypso to get a dress for tonight. Isaac is waiting—”
    “You have dozens of dresses in your closet.” Kendra lowered her mouthpiece and stepped back on to the balcony.
    “Yeah, those would be great if this was
last
year.” Massie rolled her eyes. Had her mother completely lost it? She hadn’t even hugged her hello.
    “Well, they’ll have to do. You’re grounded and are not to leave this house,” Kendra snapped.
    “Are you
serious
?”
    “Dead!” Kendra shouted at the lawn.
    “What?”
    “Gavin, those irises are
dead
!”
    “Whatevs.” Massie turned on the heels of her chocolate-brown-and-periwinkle argyle socks and marched out.
    She stomped into her sea foam green–tiled bathroom, tore off her stuffy riding clothes, and jammed them in the trash.
Gawd!
When had wanting to be number one become a
bad
thing? She cranked on the eucalyptus steam shower. While it heated up, she tapped on her iPhone and went straight to shopbop.com.
    Her mother had said she couldn’t leave the house. She’d never said she couldn’t
buy
anything. Within minutes, Massie had added every item from the site’s summer look book to her cart—all fifty-seven pieces. She entered her Visa number and then hit ACCEPT. Steam fogged the screen.
    She wiped it clean with a lemon yellow Frette towel and—
    “Ehmagawd!”
She quickly cleaned her phone again.
    But it still looked the same.
    DENIED flashed in bold red letters. She tried her AmEx, her MasterCard, and even her Saks card. But DENIED kept flashing.
    Camp, credit, and the cover of
Horse & Rider
magazine, all gone on the same day! Just like that.
    Massie thought about crying, but her monthly tear-supply had been tapped that morning at Galwaugh. She considered pleading with Gawd for divine intervention, but He was ah-bviously still mad about earlier. She thought about running away but was suddenly too poor. The only thing she
could
do was disappear into the eucalyptus-scented steam and wait for a better idea to come along.
    THE BLOCKS’ SUMMER ESTATE
    SOUTHAMPTON, NY
    Monday, June 8
8:33 P.M.
    The Green Party was in full swing, and Massie was ready— at last—to make her entrance, thanks to an emerald sequined Chanel flapper dress she’d found in Kendra’s long-forgotten vintage closet. Behind locked doors, she had snipped off the dangling beads and unstitched the cap sleeves. And before her mom could say
Project Runway,
she was passing it off as last year’s Marc Jacobs. It wasn’t ground-goddess chic—it was just chic.
    In homage to Brownie, she’d swept her reflective dark hair into an elegant side pony and dusted her body in iridescent powder. If the Pretty Committee had been there, they would have rated her a ten. Maybe even an eleven, since she’d practically made the outfit herself.
    Pausing at the top of the spiral staircase, Massie peered over the wide marble banister. Three floors below, the front foyer was rife with East Coast millionaires and their all-too-familiar party noises—violins screech-humming, champagne flutes clinking, air kisses smacking, and ladies envy-shrieking about each other’s outfits.
    An excited tingle fluttered behind Massie’s abs. No more hanging with hayseeds! She was at an AA party now—and adult alphas understood her need to succeed.
They
would support her lawsuit