She wondered if Sommer knew what she was doing—or if she was truly oblivious.
It was infuriating.
Octavia seethed inwardly, torn between anger and helplessness at Sommer’s actions.
But no matter how furious she felt, she kept her face composed for her granddaughter’s sake.
“Sabrina, darling, let me have someone pick up a new dress for you right away.”
“No need, Grandma—I already have a dress, I promise.”
Sabrina wasn’t lying. Before the party, Jocelyn had arranged for a designer to custom-make a gown for her. Jocelyn had said that since she couldn’t attend the celebration in person, the dress would be her way of making amends.
As soon as Sabrina left Octavia’s side, Octavia’s restraint snapped. She slammed her hand on the table, over and over.
She had half a mind to shatter a couple of glasses to vent her anger, but when she saw the fine crystal goblets on the table, she held back. Breaking them would be like smashing money for no reason—even if the Sutton family didn’t lack for it. Waste like that still pained her.
“Outrageous! Do they really think just because I’m old, they can bully my granddaughter like this?”
Octavia’s anger refused to subside. Normally, if Sommer’s behavior wasn’t too egregious, Octavia could turn a blind eye. But tonight was different. At such an important event, Sommer had let her own daughter be humiliated. Was she really Sabrina’s mother?
“Ma’am, please don’t work yourself up. It’s not worth harming your health.” Marina approached quietly, steadying Octavia by the arm.
“Marina, do you think Sommer is doing this just to spite me? She knows how much I dote on Sabrina, and yet she treats her like this.”
Octavia sighed, full of resignation. The household was slowly slipping from her grasp, falling under Sommer’s control. Who knew what Sabrina might have to endure in the future?


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