But he hadn't expected to be stopped right at the door—and now he was being blocked and ridiculed in front of everyone.
Vivian felt incredibly humiliated. Many of the women present were from the same social circle she belonged to—they had played cards together, gone shopping together. If she couldn't even get through the door, how would she ever hold her head up around them again?
Keeping her eyes low, she edged back, trying to hide her face in case anyone recognized her.
"I'll call my daughter. She'll come out and pick me up herself," said Theodore Cross, lifting his chin with stubborn pride. Even if it cost him his dignity, he'd put on a brave face.
He was sure that Elena wouldn't dare ignore him. If she turned her back on her own father just to get close to someone like Damian Blackwell, she would surely be condemned as heartless and ungrateful.
Elena didn't have her phone with her at the moment. She was upstairs in her room, doing her makeup and getting dressed.
