“Three years.”

Her mouth opened and closed.

“To whom?”

“Julian Vance,” I said.

And I watched the name land on her, slowly, and I watched her understand — because Julian was not famous in the loud way my family measured fame, but everyone in that ballroom knew exactly who he was: a respected corporate attorney with a quiet, formidable reputation, the kind of man my father had spent his whole career trying to be seen with.

Chapter 8 — Why I Hid It