- Blake, are you
there?
Natalie began a text as she threw herself onto her bed
listening to her mother and the ladies of the South Preston Women’s club go
about planning another event for the upcoming season. It was the constant
parties, constant phony charities and constant smiling for the cameras that
made Natalie roll her eyes. None of them ever meant to do any real good for the
people of the city. It was all about keeping their names in the papers and
proving to the people of Cresting Heights what ‘great humanitarians’ they were.
