Victoria straightened immediately, eyes shining. “I did what anyone would’ve done,” she said softly. “I couldn’t leave him alone.”
Madeline’s gaze shifted to Victoria—slow, assessing, unkind.
“Are you sure about this?” Madeline asked bluntly. “About her, Maxon.”
Victoria stiffened.
Madeline didn’t stop. “I won’t lie. I don’t think she’s the right woman for you. I’m sorry, Victoria, but I’ve always imagined my grandson with someone like Nadine.”
The name landed heavily.
Maxon’s fingers twitched at his side.
Speaking of Nadine… Madeline turned, scanning the ballroom. “Where is she?”
A pause followed. An uncomfortable one.
“She isn’t here yet,” Victoria said quickly, forcing a smile. “Maybe she’s just late.”
Madeline cut her a sharp look. “Nadine is never late.”
Victoria’s smile faltered. Inside, irritation boiled. Why is it always Nadine? she thought bitterly. Why her and not me?
Madeline turned away from her and pulled out her phone. “Lewis,” she snapped into the call. “Where is your wife?”
Lewis arrived moments later, breath slightly uneven. “I’ve been calling her, Grandma. She hasn’t answered yet.”
Madeline’s eyes narrowed. “Did you hurt her?”