PART 2
The reason had nothing to do with wine, or streaks, or invitations sorted by city.
It had to do with my grandmother Eleanor. And it had to do with money.
Let me back up.
I’m Adrian, and my family has money — real money, the kind that’s been in the family for three generations. My grandmother Eleanor holds the center of it: the estate, the trust, the accounts. She’s eighty, sharp on her good days, foggy on her bad ones, and she is the beating heart of everything my family has.
