Chapter 4 - Marching Back Into The Luxury Mansion Party
I gently guided Emma away from the outdoor kitchen, wrapping my custom suit jacket around her shivering shoulders.
“Wait here on the patio bench for just one minute, my love,” I instructed softly, kissing her forehead.
She reached out and caught my sleeve, her eyes wide with frightened warning.
“Don't cause a scene, please... mother and Michael have friends here, they’ll turn everyone against us,” Emma pleaded softly.
“Let them try,” I replied, my voice dropping an octave into a cold, menacing register that brooked no argument.
I turned on my heel and walked back through the sliding glass doors toward the brightly lit dining room.
The sound of clinking champagne glasses and loud laughter echoed off the high vaulted ceilings of the mansion I had paid for.
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Mother Margaret stood near the head of the mahogany table, laughing as Michael regaled his wealthy friends with tall tales of stock market genius.
None of them noticed the dark shadow blocking the doorway until I stepped fully into the brilliant chandelier light.
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