She looked polished but not powerful. Her dress was conservative, her hair perfect, her posture lifted like she was daring the room to recognize her. She had no entourage. No Paige at her side. No Gerald on her arm.
Just a smile that tried to summon the old magic.
For a second, people didn’t place her. Then someone whispered, and heads turned like sunflowers tracking a shadow.
Victoria began walking forward as if she belonged.
My pulse stayed steady.
I didn’t move toward her. I didn’t give her the gift of confrontation in front of a crowd. I simply made eye contact with the security coordinator we’d hired for every event since the foundation began.
He nodded once. Calm. Professional.
Victoria reached the edge of the mingling crowd and lifted a hand as if she was going to greet me like an old friend.
The security coordinator stepped in front of her, polite but firm. He spoke quietly, but her expression changed enough that I could read the words.
This is a private event. You are not on the guest list. You need to leave.
Victoria’s smile tightened. She glanced around, looking for someone to rescue her from the embarrassment. She found none.
She tried to step around him.