“Are you absolutely certain?”
I looked at Sophia.
She was still clutching the paper necklace she had made for her father. A little glitter had rubbed onto her cheeks. She kept looking toward the elevators, waiting for the doors to open so she could run into Dominic’s arms.
My chest ached.
“I’ve never been more certain.”
Victor did not ask another question.
“All right.”
His voice became all business.
“Give me ten minutes.”
The call ended.
Chloe laughed openly.
“Well? Did your ride cancel?”
I slipped the phone back into my purse.
“No.”
“I’m impressed,” she said. “You’re taking this better than I expected.”
“I usually do.”
She frowned slightly.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I never make important decisions while emotional.”
Around us, guests continued entering the grand hotel ballroom. Crystal chandeliers reflected across polished marble floors while photographers greeted executives arriving with their spouses.
Sophia looked up at me.
“Mommy… are we still seeing Daddy?”
I knelt beside her.
