Her jaw tightened.
“That’s private.”
“My husband’s wife is private?”
A few heads turned more openly.
Bianca lowered her voice. “You are embarrassing yourself.”
“No,” I said. “I’m asking a simple question.”
She looked toward the security desk. For one second, I believed she might actually call someone over.
Then a man in a charcoal tuxedo hurried across the lobby.
“Ms. Carter?”
I recognized Daniel Cho, Adrian’s chief financial officer. He was usually composed, almost painfully so, but tonight his glasses sat slightly crooked and his phone was clenched in his hand.
“Daniel,” I said.
His gaze flicked toward Mila, then to Bianca.
“What’s going on?”
Bianca answered before I could.
“There’s been a misunderstanding. Elena arrived without an invitation, and I was trying to prevent a scene.”
Daniel’s expression changed.
“Without an invitation?”
“Yes.”
He looked at me again. “You’re Adrian’s wife.”
