Lily tightened her grip on his collar.
My mother’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Chloe looked like she might faint. The stain on her dress was nothing now—completely irrelevant.
Mark tried to recover. “Look, it was a joke—things got out of hand—”
Alexander turned to him again.
And this time, there was no mistaking it.
“You laughed.”
Two words.
That was all.
But I saw it—the exact moment Mark realized money couldn’t fix this. Influence couldn’t soften it. Because this wasn’t about business.
This was personal.
Alexander exhaled slowly, then looked around at the guests. “Every contract your company holds with mine is under review as of now.”
Gasps.
Real ones this time.
“And as for this venue,” he added, glancing toward the staff now frozen in place, “ownership changes hands at midnight.”
Someone dropped a glass.
No one laughed anymore.
He turned back to me, softer now. Warmer. “Let’s go home.”
Home.
Not escape. Not retreat.
Home.
I nodded, my throat tight—not from humiliation this time, but from something dangerously close to relief.
As we walked away, I didn’t look back.
I didn’t need to.
Because for the first time in my life, I wasn’t the outcast at the edge of the room.