JD found a quiet spot near the announcers' booth, observing the lively crowd. Joanne was seated with Liam—more like she had claimed a seat there. He had to admire her audacity. She always seemed to get what she wanted, one way or another.
He didn't know many people here, but he figured he could at least take some pictures. His camera lens swept across the bleachers before landing on Fiona—Liam's wife—perched among her too-polished friends.
JD recognized their type instantly.
The flashy designer labels, the oversized sunglasses, the carefully curated laughter—it all screamed new money. He had been raised among people who sneered at their kind, and truthfully, he understood why. There was an artificiality to them, a need to prove something.
His gaze flicked to Joanne.
She's new money too.
