She carried a thick yellow envelope in both hands.

Vaughn noticed her first and frowned, setting down his glass.

“Hattie?

We’re in the middle of dinner.

What is it?”

She didn’t stop for him.

She walked the length of that enormous table, past all the turning heads, and she stopped beside Rosalind at the head of it, and she spoke in a voice that Hattie herself was surprised to find so steady.

“Mrs.