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Oliver’s name has my ears perking up. I’m careful to keep my back to the women as I listen in.
“How much are they selling it for?”
“Eight million.”
“You lucky bitch!” the other woman cries.
Olivia laughs. “I never thought we could find a house for sale in Presidio Heights, but we drove by it one day, and I fell in love with the corner lot on Clay Street. Oliver promised it tome as my wedding gift.”
“Where can I find someone like him?” The other woman gushes as I open the Dwelling app on my phone and log in using my admin credentials. While there aren’t any listings currently available on Clay Street, there are only four corner lots.
“Is it the Edwardian one you mentioned before?” the other woman asks.
“No. That one ended up staying in the family. This one’s got more of a European style to it.”
It only takes me a few clicks to find the only house matching Olivia’s description. I pull up my text thread with Rafa and shoot off a message asking him for a favor.
RAFA
What do you need?
I send him the Dwelling link and a request, to which he responds,Give me twenty minutes.
It doesn’t take me long to find Dahlia and her friends, seeing as they’re the loudest ones here. While I was away, someone dragged one of the outdoor heaters closer to a table, which casts a warm orange glow on the four of them.
“Thank God.” Dahlia grabs the fancy mocktail I ordered and guzzles half of it.
“Thirsty?” I laugh before taking a pull from my beer bottle.
“I’m terribly dehydrated, thank you for asking.” Dahlia taps her glass against mine. “Cheers.” She takes a sip beforeshutting her eyes with a sigh.
“What are you doing?”
“Tricking my mind into believing this has liquor.”
“If you want—”
“No. They’re not worth screwing up my progress.” She takes another sip of her drink while I drag a chair over and drape my arm across the back of hers.
Her friends continue chatting about the new shows they were hired to help with and how no one will ever compare to Dahlia. I sit back and enjoy their interactions, all of which end with Hannah, Reina, and Arthur arguing over something.
Dahlia’s happiness radiates off her with every grin, laugh, and joke, and I’m honored she invited me here to watch her thrive in front of the family who tried so damn hard to destroy her.
After one of Arthur’s jokes, Dahlia’s head drops back from the intensity of her laugh, earning looks from everyone, including Oliver.
My grip on the back of her chair tightens as I glare back at him.
Our staring contest is interrupted by his pocket lighting up from his phone screen. He reaches inside and pulls it out, only to frown at the screen.
I lean closer to Dahlia and whisper, “How do you feel about us joining forces and pranking other people instead?”
Her eyes widen. “What did you do?”
“I overheard Olivia mentioning how Oliver had a house lined up to buy in Presidio Heights as a wedding gift.” I tilt my chin in his direction.
Dahlia’s head swivels toward him.
“What do you mean someone else bought the house?” Oliver shouts into the phone.
