“I said a generous one.”
“You threatened a server for helping an older woman off the ground.”
“Because I thought she was trespassing.”
“You sprayed her before asking her name.”
Vanessa’s jaw tightened.
“I made a mistake.”
“A mistake is sending the wrong invitation time,” Ethan said. “This was a choice you kept making after thirty people had time to stop you.”
Nobody interrupted him.
He placed the closed ring box on the stone railing beside his champagne flute.
Vanessa looked at it as though the small movement had made the entire estate tilt.
