governor smiled.
“That’s one of the reasons I respect her.”
The words landed like a stone in water.
I saw my father’s shoulders stiffen.
My sister shifted uncomfortably.
Grant Wallace looked down at his shoes.
The governor continued.
“Most people would have told everyone they met the governor.”
He pointed toward me.
“She didn’t.”
Then he pointed toward Emma.
“Her daughter cared less about my title than my feelings.”
A few people laughed quietly.
Emma nodded.
“You looked lonely.”
The governor chuckled.
“I probably was.”
The ballroom seemed different now.
