I accepted a glass of vintage champagne from a passing waiter and moved toward the edge of the ballroom.
Beside an enormous ice sculpture depicting two swans, I found a relatively quiet place to stand.
My father had ordered me to remain in the background.
For once, I was happy to oblige.
Unfortunately, my family had other plans.
“Emma,” my mother’s voice sliced through the ambient, sophisticated hum of the room like a scalpel.
I turned.
Eleanor was approaching with a dazzling smile that looked entirely rehearsed.
Diamonds glittered around her neck.
I knew those jewels had effectively been financed by money stolen from Halden.
Her gaze moved critically over my dress.
She seemed disappointed by my lack of conspicuous jewelry.
“You actually came. Given your… track record with high-pressure social situations, I assumed you’d find a convenient excuse to hide in your apartment.”
I kept my expression neutral.
