Victoria stood near the head table, gesturing emphatically to Richard, who seemed to be trying to calm her down.
No one noticed us at first.
Then someone gasped.
Then someone else.
And then Victoria turned and saw her mother walking toward her across the marble floor.
“Mom.”
The word came out strangled. Victoria’s face went white.
“What are you—how are you—”
“I’m here for my granddaughter’s wedding,” Eleanor said. Her voice carried across the suddenly silent room. “I wasn’t invited, of course. But I decided to come anyway. I hope Madison doesn’t mind.”
