Plain Jane's Prince Charming

This was no longer her responsibility. This was no longer her problem. Forget about it. That was what she should do.

But she couldn’t.

“What about Emma?” Jane asked. “She wouldn’t be comfortable at a formal event. Michelle, either. They want to participate, not sit at home and wait for a check to be delivered. And what about their friends who want to support the benefit, but can’t afford that much.”

“Isn’t the goal to raise money?” Chase asked.

“Yes.” That was always the bottom line for people. Jane tightened her fingers around the throw. “But there are other ways of raising money besides having people dress up like a flock of penguins and feeding them fancy foods like foie gras.”

“You have something against foie gras?”

“It’s the liver of force-fed geese. Fat liver is the literal translation if I remember my high school French.”

He nodded once. Smiled.

The way he sat there looking gorgeous and knowing all the answers infuriated her. Turning this event into one of the fancy shindigs he normally attended was not in Emma’s best interest. “I wouldn’t feed that to an animal let alone pay for the opportunity to eat it.”

“A lot of people would.”

She wanted to wipe the smile off his face. “What about Emma? The benefit is for her. How does she fit into all this?”

“She can make an appearance at a convenient time or we can hang pictures of her on the walls.”

His ideas incensed Jane. “Why not hang posters of Emma looking pale, tired and sick so people will pity her and donate more money?”