When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.
“Do you realize who our family is in this city?”
Gregory met her eyes without flinching.
“Yes, madam.
You’re guests who must follow the same rules as everyone else.”
The silence that followed was absolute.
Spencer looked from the officers to the envelope, and then toward me.
For the first time, I saw him without the artificial authority he’d projected for years.
He was frightened of losing control.