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Rose Red

Once Upon a Happy Ever After

Book IV

Jewel Killian

Rose Red

Abby was at the center of the biggest scandal on The Upper East side, a menage with two men at last year’s Viennese Opera Ball. Her father, the powerful Richard Snow who’d kept her cloistered until she turned eighteen, did everything he could to minimize the media coverage, but Abby still ended up on “Page Six” news.

This year, she’s determined not to embarrass herself. She’s still going to have her fun with two of the hottest, most eligible bachelors in on this side of the river, she’s just not going to get caught this time.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously.

This book is intended for adult audiences.

Chapter One

Abby

“Do you think they’ll let me drink? Oh what about the food, do you think we missed the whole meal? Honestly, Abby, I don’t know why you insisted we show up so late.”

I smiled at my sister as she looked out the limo window, eyes wide and talking so fast her words bled together. I envied that about her, the carefree way she enjoyed everything, not minding if she looked silly doing so. Her natural joie de vivre hadn’t been stomped out during adolescence, by mean girls, and rude boys, and rumors, like everyone else’s.

I gazed out my own window, watching the Park Avenue lights roll by, folded my hands in my lap and said, “You might get served, but you’d better keep it at a minimum. You don’t want Dad finding out.” Alicia nodded, face nearly pressed against the glass in her excitement to get to the ball.

The Viennese Opera Ball, held annually at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, was a combination fundraiser, debut for the year’s newly of age debutantes and, if you believed Page Six news, a front for the deviant sexual activities for the perverse elite of The Upper East Side.

Everyone knows the garbage “news” Page Six printed was mostly false. It was the tabloid version of click bait— plaster the faces of the newest it girl, power couple, or bad boy on the front page, without checking the facts of the potentially life-ruining story and watch the money roll in. It’s “mostly false” because no one knew how much my father “donated” to keep my face off the front page last year. No one except the parties involved knew that one of the ridiculous stories printed about last year’s ball was one hundred percent true. A deb really had been caught doing not one but two of NYC’s most eligible bachelors. But even with that juicy kernel of truth, they’d still inflated or flat out lied about the details. It wasn’t in the middle of the ballroom floor, for one. We thought we were being discreet by going to one of the smaller, closed ballrooms off the main one. And the deb in question wasn’t a virgin. I don’t even know how they came up with that angle. But the fact remained, they had gotten the bones of the story right. And I have the magazine’s own shitty reputation and my Dad’s money to thank for the fact that no one believed it.

“You know why we’re so late, Al. You have to make an entrance at these kinds of things.” I pushed the billowy tulle layers of my sister’s gown out of my lap. “And get your dress under control, silly. You don’t want to end up tripping on it.” I smiled as my baby sister rolled her eyes at me and gathered her enormous skirt closer.

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