We hadn’t even crossed the ballroom when she appeared.
Sleek dress. Razor-sharp smile. The air around her chilled ten degrees.
“Benjamin,” she purred, kissing his cheek. Then her eyes landed on me. “And this must be Diana.”
The way she said my name—it was like she’d tasted something sour.
“I’m Lisa,” she said, smiling with her mouth but not her eyes. “Ben’s sister-in-law. We’ve heard so much about you.”
Before I could reply, she hooked her arm through his. “Come. We have family business to discuss.”
I stood alone, left behind like a forgotten accessory.
