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financially?” Terra asked worriedly. She couldn’t imagine not having the financial support of her family. She’d lived in the lap of luxury all of her life and she wasn’t about to give up her six-hundred-dollar shoes, fifteen-hundred-dollar purses, and two-hundred-dollar lunches, so if she had to put on a front until she could properly support herself, then she surely would.
    â€œNo, they’re cool. Besides, it’s not like I have a quarter-of-a-billion-dollar inheritance to worry about like you do.” She handed Terra a flute of champagne. “Come on, drink up so we can go,” she said, changing the subject.
    Before leaving, Terra put on a pair of dark, oversized shades to help conceal her identity. Even if her picture was snapped tonight, she wouldn’t be recognizable as Terra Benson the heiress, because the photographers would be looking for a French-twist-wearing, conservatively dressed young woman, not a wild-haired, tight-jean-wearing hussy. She’d crafted her uptight image to such perfection that nobody would believe that she was capable of blending into the club scene.
    To keep her secret life secret, Terra had given her driver the rest of the night off. She didn’t want him driving her around from club to club just in case he reported her whereabouts directly to her father (after all the driver was on her father’s payroll). They hailed a taxi in front of Terra’s building and headed downtown.
    Their destination was the opening of the NoLiTa Grand, a swanky boutique hotel north of Little Italy. Once filled with low-rise tenements, the area was now thriving with local designer boutiques; Cuban, Spanish, and French restaurants; a smattering of clubs; and now an ultra-sleek hotel. The private party was being held to christen the lower lounge of the hotel as the next New York hot spot.
    From half a block away, Terra could see flashbulbs popping at the entrance to the hotel. “Maybe I shouldn’t go in,” she said nervously as the cab inched its way forward.
    Lexington gave her a “you must be kidding” look. “Why? What’s up?”
    â€œThere are too many photographers out front, and I don’t want to wind up on Page Six ,” she said, fidgeting with her Chloe clutch.
    â€œTake a chill pill, T. Even if they do snap your picture, they’ll never associate you with being Terra Benson, so you can relax because you look nothing like your normally boring self,” Lexington reassured her.
    Terra took the compact out of her purse and checked her image. She fussed with her hair, making sure it covered a good portion of her face; with the huge glasses and wild hair, she felt confident that no one would recognize her. “Okay; you’re right. I hardly know myself,” she said with a renewed sense of confidence.
    To Lexington’s disappointment and Terra’s joy, they made it through the throng of reporters and photographers without anyone asking for an interview or snapping a picture. To the press, they were invisible, just two random chicks trying to hang with the celebrities. Little did the paparazzi know that they had just missed the scoop of the evening by not recognizing the wealthy young heiress.
    Terra’s nerves subsided once they were inside. The lounge was packed shoulder to shoulder with downtown hipsters—artists, models, actors, and designers—grooving to the funky beats of the DJ Mista Ish and sipping bubbly. The event was being sponsored by Moët & Chandon, so the champagne was flowing freely. Terra and Lexington wasted no time getting two flutes from a passing waiter, and with their drinks in hand, they prowled the scene looking for cute guys to flirt with.
    â€œNow he’s fine,” Lexington said, discreetly nodding in the direction of a tall, buffed man with overgrown pecs, a slim waist, and a tight ass. She smiled in his direction, but her smile quickly faded when another man