“I know you didn’t,” he replied, standing up from the table. “I just wanted someone to tell you the truth before it’s too late to fix it.”

Ava watched her son walk away, deeply annoyed that he’d get so worked up over a simple household employee.

Saturday arrived with bright sunshine, thousands of white roses, and three hundred high-society guests. At eight-thirty in the evening, a glossy black sedan pulled up to the main gates of the estate.

The driver opened the door, and a woman stepped out in a magnificent emerald-green silk dress and priceless antique jewelry.

Ava watched the newcomer from the balcony, and it took her several seconds of intense staring to recognize her.

It was Lisa—and a massive storm was about to hit the party.