Her voice faltered, the practiced elegance slipping away as she choked on her words. “W-What are you doing here?”
I held her gaze, unflinching. “Oh, I thought I’d bring a little guest you seemed to have forgotten about.” I simultaneously lifted the baby higher, making sure everyone could see the tiny, sleeping bundle.
Murmurs fluttered across the crowd like a wave, eyes darting between Jennifer and me, assessing, judging. Her cheeks flushed not from the wine but from the sheer embarrassment of being caught in her own web of negligence.
“Is this some kind of joke?” she hissed, setting her glass down with a sharp clink that betrayed her shaking hand.
