I looked at him with a cold smile. “Is that what they say?” I asked.

Then I walked toward my husband, and the crowd parted without anyone being asked. Spencer raised his head and froze.

“Mr. Conway,” I said, raising my glass. “What a coincidence.”

His face paled instantly. Paisley opened her eyes in anger.

“What are you doing here?” Paisley hissed. “You didn’t get an invitation.”

I did not even turn toward her. “Spencer, is this how you greet your wife?” I asked.

The entire room fell silent at my words. He seized my arm and pulled me toward a nearby pillar.