[Tomorrow is Father's 70th birthday celebration. I suggest you make an appearance and behave appropriately. Don't embarrass the family name any further—and stay away from Victoria.]
The following evening, the Blackwood family's annual gala began in earnest.
Alexander arrived with Victoria on his arm. They moved through the room like royalty, accepting congratulations until Edward Blackwood himself entered the grand ballroom.
Only then did Alexander release Victoria's hand, moving swiftly to his father's side to assist with greeting their most important investors.
"Where is Lauren this evening?"
Alexander's expression didn't falter. For once, he actually defended me.
"Lauren wasn't feeling well after her recent hospital stay. She insisted I represent us both rather than disappoint you on your birthday."
Three hours passed, then finally the event reached its scheduled highlight—the annual Blackwood family portrait and gift presentation.
But I still hadn't appeared.
Tension radiated from Alexander as he excused himself from a conversation with potential investors. In a quiet corner, he dialed my number for what must have been the twentieth time that day.