“It’s not quite the same as negotiating a four-million-dollar commercial development line.”

Chloe didn’t look up from her phone, her long nails tapping a fast, sharp rhythm on the glass.

“Mom, did the caterer confirm the white roses for the bridal shower yet?” Chloe asked, dragging out the last word until Victoria nodded once.

Mrs.

Gable turned her gray head toward me, her small eyes narrowing as she took in my plain wool sweater and folded hands.

“Are you going back to your base soon, dear?” Mrs.