Designed on the outside to mimic a sprawling Southern mansion, it boasted a grand ballroom, a five-star dining experience, spa facilities, and three full stories of covered verandas overlooking an award-winning, eighteen-hole golf course…or at least that’s what the website said. Until the night of her reception, Chloe had never been allowed past the gates. The limo drew to a stop outside the front doors. Chloe halfway expected a red carpet and throngs of people, but the privately owned club kept the photographers away. That, and most of the attendees were probably as loaded as Knox, albeit sans the fame and notoriety that came along with the Hamilton name. They likely weren’t prone to gawking. As Knox predicted, his mother had managed to throw together an event suitable for royalty, and in record time—probably not hard when every vendor in town had surely fallen over themselves for the chance to impress Katherine Hamilton and her blue-blooded friends.
