My stomach dropped. “What?”
I unfolded the note.
My jaw clenched.
I looked at Lauren. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m VERY serious,” she purred.
Emma reached forward timidly. “Dad? What is it?”
Lauren beat me to it. “It’s simple, sweetheart. If you want these beautiful dresses… if you want opportunity, fame, a REAL chance at life…”