My father flinched at the title.

I looked at the young woman whose career I’d helped salvage and allowed myself a small, warm smile. “I’m fine, Liora. Thank you.”

Calder turned to his grandfather, his jaw set in a way that mirrored mine. “I need you to step away from her. Now.”

Alden blinked. “Excuse me?”

“This is my wedding reception,” Calder said, projecting across the silent room. “I invited her here. If you insult her one more time, you’re leaving.”

Griffin looked as if he’d been slapped. “Calder, you can’t be serious. He’s your grandfather!”