Chapter 27

All nine of us stood behind a curtain, fidgeting as we waited for the auction to begin. Well, I fidgeted while the other six (one of whom happened to be none other than Isla) tittered to themselves, looking every bit like the goddesses they knew themselves to be, like this was just another evening they had to get through. I didn’t doubt it.

At first they’d tried to draw me into their conversation, but when it became evident that I had literally nothing in common with them, their welcoming smiles turned brittle and hard until I was forced to get the message.

I’d had a lifetime of practice with being on my own all thanks to my disorder, but this time it was made worse by Isla’s icy regard and an underhanded comment she made when a supermodel, Ivy, asked if my dress was haute couture. I’d been slow to reply, much of it having to do with my being star struck than actual ignorance, but then when I opened my mouth to speak, Elijah’s fianc&