Marrying His Powerful Older Brother

High society is built on a scaffolding of silent, suffocating rules.

When we walked out of the boutique, Willie strode shoulder-to-shoulder with my best friend, Cathy, while I was expected to walk exactly half a step behind him.

"Willie, you promised you’d charter a private jet to take me to see the Northern Lights. Don't you dare back out!"

Cathy turned back, flashing me a sweet, dimpled grin. "Don't worry, Zoey. I know how much you love the auroras. I'll take tons of photos and send them right to you."

My feet froze on the pavement. My throat felt as if it were stuffed with dry cotton.