“Old mistakes are hard to make up for. Maybe someday we’ll get to sit down together and actually let the past go.”
“So what, he couldn’t say it to you himself, so he sent his son to pull you away instead?”
Patricia barely cared about that. Her eyes were already searching the room. “Did you see Emerson? Is he here?”
“He didn’t show up, did he?” Sara knew Emerson was the whole reason Patricia bothered coming out tonight. If he didn’t show, nothing else mattered.
“I’ll go ask the folks at the door.”
“And how are you planning to pull that off?” Patricia looked up at her, eyebrow raised.
“With my face, obviously.”
She was only half-joking. Everyone in Golden Bay knew Sara was the second prettiest girl around.
Her mom was number one.
Sara lifted her dress and headed down the stairs. Patricia watched her go, feeling a sudden rush of affection as she took in Sara’s graceful figure.
The Padillas really did raise her right.
Patricia’s gaze slid to the security camera posted in the corner of the hall, her eyes suddenly cold and sharp.
Somewhere behind the screen, someone sucked in a nervous breath.
“You don’t think she’s onto us, do you?”
Grandma frowned, her voice sharp. “Stop filling your head with nonsense. She’s not like us.”
The other person shrank back, too scared to argue.
Back in the ballroom, Patricia absentmindedly spun her wine glass between her fingers, head lowered, the curve of her neck pale and elegant like a swan.
A few people wandered over to try their luck.
She barely looked up, her voice lazy. “No one told you I’m married?”
The guy froze.
“Damn. You still want to talk about marriage?”

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