Alexander entered with commanding authority beside his older sister, Margaret Harrington.
Security guards followed several steps behind them. Marcus nearly tripped rushing over.
“Mr. Harrington,” he said breathlessly. “What an incredible honor.” Alexander shook his hand without warmth.
“I was told you brought your wife tonight.” Marcus visibly stiffened. “Yes, sir.
She’s… around somewhere. She’s shy. Not used to this world.” With an irritated gesture, he motioned Sofia forward.
She approached slowly, shoulders straight despite the humiliation burning inside her.
“Sofia, this is Mr. Harrington,” Marcus said quickly. “Sofia is… helping with the event.”
Sofia extended her hand politely. Alexander never took it. Instead, his eyes locked onto the necklace around her throat.
The color drained from his face instantly. Beside him, Margaret gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.
Marcus laughed nervously. “Oh, ignore that old thing,” he said, grabbing Sofia’s arm roughly.
“I keep telling her not to wear flea-market junk to formal events. Go stand back in the corner, Sofia.
You’re embarrassing me.” No one in the ballroom could have imagined the disaster about to explode.
Alexander Harrington’s voice thundered through the room. “Take your hands off her.
Now.” The ballroom went dead silent… (I know you’re all very curious about the next part, so if you want to read more, please leave a “YES” comment below!)
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