clear every plate, and serve the men before you eat.”
For a moment, I honestly thought she was joking.
She wasn’t.
The ballroom became so quiet that I could hear ice shifting inside the glasses.
I lowered the tray onto the table.
“No.”
Lorraine’s smile immediately stiffened.
“Excuse me?”
“I said no. I’m your son’s bride, not unpaid staff.”
A few of the men gave uncomfortable laughs.
Daniel walked toward me, his jaw tight.
“Just do it, Elena,” he whispered. “Don’t embarrass me.”
“You’re embarrassing yourself.”
His hand struck my
