she still swallowed the Moores' public persona of carefree wealth. Sure, Chip and Muffy seemed prosperous. They lived in a breathtaking beach house on Hilton Head Island. They belonged to an exclusive country club. Their faces were plastered all over the society pages, showing them at black-tie galas, silent auctions, theater openings, you name it. But it was a carefully constructed house of cards. The Moores came from landed gentry—old money—but while they had all the trappings of wealth, they had very little actual financial stability. Not that it was any of my business.
