Evelyn's hands trembled as she read my text. I'd told her we would be arriving in half an hour, completely unaware of what waited for us at the Johnson residence.
"Mom, are they coming?" Imogen glided into the living room, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
I put my phone away and nodded, trying to hide my distress. "Yes. They'll be here in thirty minutes."
Imogen's eyes gleamed with malicious triumph as she surveyed the room. Every surface was covered with luxury gifts – designer handbags, jewelry boxes displaying glittering diamonds, and even keys to a new sports car sitting prominently on the coffee table.
"Perfect." She adjusted the collar of her designer dress. "I can't wait to see the look on dear sister's face when she walks in with her nobody husband."
I winced at her words. Ever since Juliana had moved out, Imogen's jealousy had only grown more toxic. When she learned Juliana had married, she became obsessed with proving her own superiority.
