(Complete)According to family lore, the Kane Cross will make the person in possession fall in true, lasting love with whomever they kiss.
Billionaire Baxter Kane, the oldest and most responsible of the four Kane siblings, doesn't believe in the mag...
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Ivy Krasinski flopped down on the bed in the luxurious hotel room. The Vail Resort was nothing like the Super 8 motel her family had stayed in when they visited Washington, DC, over April vacation back when she was in seventh grade. The resort looked like the movies with a doorman, and Ivy's life was not like Hollywood portrayed. Until the trip to Colorado, she had never been on a plane, and her first flight was on a private jet.
Ivy had never expected to become friends with Tate Kane in law school, but both girls struggled in their first year torts class. Honestly, Ivy would rather have baked a torte than study torts, but she had wanted to be a lawyer since she was a kid. Her mother always said she could argue her way out of a box.
Thinking about law school would put her in a bad mood. Attending part time, she had been on the slow plan. Tate passed the bar exam two years before and worked for her family's business. Meanwhile Ivy was forced to leave her apartment when her roommate transferred to North Carolina. Returning home at twenty-seven was demoralizing, especially since she had to quit her job in order to keep up with her studies.
It was safe to say Ivy was the only poor girl invited to Tate Kane's wedding. When her phone buzzed with Tate's room number, Ivy looked at her jeans and black tee and hoped she wouldn't get thrown out of the hotel.
The bride-to-be flung open the door. "Ivy, you're here. How was your flight?"
"You mean aside from the good-looking guy who nodded at me once before sipping scotch while he worked the whole time. I ended up in the galley. The private flight attendant went to my high school."
Tate laughed. "You are so cool. The guy who owns the plane went to mine."
"Are you punking me? I don't belong here."
"Yes, you do. You're my friend."
Ivy looked around. "Who are all of these girls?" The room was filled with perfume and young women. Their dresses were expensive and lacked fabric. Each perfectly polished hand held a champagne flute or a phone.
