"My son is getting married the day after tomorrow," Gavin said, his voice dripping with sycophancy. "It would be an immense honor if you and Miss Ashford could grace my humble home with your presence."
I glanced at Vivienne. Her expression remained neutral, but her eyes danced with sharp, predatory amusement.
I took the card, turning it over in my fingers. "Your son's wedding? I wouldn't miss it. I'll be there to toast his... good fortune."
Gavin beamed, practically vibrating with excitement. "You honor us, Mr. Ashford! I wouldn't dare hope for such a privilege. Your presence alone will make the event legendary!"
"I'll even prepare a surprise," I added, my smile not reaching my eyes. "Something heaven-shaking."
"Mr. Ashford, you coming is gift enough! I wouldn't dare let you spend a dime." Gavin said the polite words, but greed flickered in his gaze. He was already calculating the prestige my attendance would bring.
"If there's nothing else, Mr. Finch, please enjoy the party," I said dismissively.
"Of course, of course." Gavin raised his glass for one last toast before scuttling away to network with the other guests.
Once he was gone, I stared at the property deed he'd left behind. My grip tightened until the paper crinkled.
Vivienne slid into the seat beside me, swirling her wine. "Why bother with the Finchs? They aren't worth the dirt on your shoes."
"Oh, I'm not going for them," I said, my voice dropping to a glacial whisper.
"There's a good show to watch," Vivienne noted, anticipation sharpening her features.
