“I’m just concerned that you’re only setting Liza up to fail. Look, I think she’s fun and positively lovely. But she doesn’t belong here, and a rich boyfriend won’t make her belong. You’ve seen so many couples like this at the club—some man has a midlife crisis, dumps his sensible wife, and marries a waitress. They’re divorced in two years, and she has half of his money.”

“Am I having the midlife crisis? Are you the sensible wife in this scenario?” Dorsey didn’t mean for it to come out as hard as it sounded. But before he could apologize, she stomped away in anger. Dorsey tilted his head. He had been trying so hard to color within the lines since his parents died. Dorsey knew if he didn’t play the shareholders’ game, he would not hold on to the legacy his mother and father built. And now he’d just pissed off the daughter of a major shareholder.

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Liza held up her phone with a selfie stick in her hotel room in front of the Philadelphia skyline. “While I’m away from Booth G, this is where you can catch up with Liza B. Thanks for all of the love you showed the Bennett clan getting ready for the gala. Now that it’s done, I get to show you around Philly. Follow me tomorrow morning for day three in the City of Brotherly Love . . . Okay, you all have a lot of opinions.”

@TinyTot73, that’s right. Hang on and you just might see exactly the brother I’m tryna love. Liza smiled at the heart emojis.

@SexxiKitti, I love your energy. Thanks for the support!

She caught images of her and Dorsey dancing in the comments. Oh no, not this again.

@Tomkat09, I’ve seen those pictures already, and that’s not the man I’m talking about.

Then new pictures and comments started to flow in.

Slut.

Whore.

Sellout.

Wannabe.

“Okay, okay, this is not okay.”

I thought I had a thick skin but this . . . is a lot.

“Okay, you’ve all had your fun. You can stop now.” When more invectives poured in, Liza disabled comments.

Liza plopped herself on the plush bed. She had spent the entire night managing her family, then batting away internet trolls, and she collapsed like an overworked event coordinator.

Her phone buzzed. WIC. She picked up.

“You finally got time for me?” WIC cooed.

She didn’t reply.

“Look, I wanted to come. My tux was all picked out. But your boy has a real mean streak, you know?”

“What do you mean?” Liza asked, curious.

“Dorsey tracked me down, threatened me, calling me racial slurs, the whole gambit.”

“Racial slurs?” Liza’s stomach twisted. “What did he say exactly?”

“ ‘I don’t want people like you at my party.’ ”

“And then he called you the N-word?”