Grandma thought the young woman looked kind. With shaking hands, she dug out a photo of Hilda and Jasper together and held it out to Vivienne, hoping she might help.
Vivienne took the photo and smiled sweetly.
"I think you've made a mistake. The man in this picture is my fiancé."
She held the photo up high for everyone in the lobby to see. "Take a look, everyone. That's my fiancé, isn't it? I have no idea who the woman next to him is. Ma'am, are you sure you have the right person?"
A crushing pain seized Grandma's chest. She kept repeating that it wasn't possible.
She shuffled forward and clutched Vivienne's hand. "Young lady, please don't say such things. You must have it wrong. How can you be the one marrying him?"
"Who else would it be?"
Vivienne arched one perfect brow, tossed the photo to the floor, and let out a derisive laugh. "Surely you don't think your homewrecking granddaughter is the one marrying into the Fairmont family?"
Vivienne recoiled, disgust written across her face as she shook off Grandma Nora's hand. She pulled out a wet wipe and scrubbed each finger like she was removing contamination.