Mrs. Fredrick POV
I sat in my hotel room, staring at the cake stains on my best dress, and felt rage burning in my chest like fire. That pathetic little nobody had humiliated me in front of dozens of people, and I could not let that stand. In my seventy-two years on this earth, I had never been so disrespected by someone so far beneath me.
Vanya had forgotten her place in the world. She had forgotten that she was nothing more than a poor housewife who had been lucky enough to marry my son. But I was going to remind her exactly where she belonged, and when I was done with her, she would rue the day she ever dared to raise her voice to me.
I picked up my phone and called my old friend Margaret, who had connections throughout Sacramento society. If anyone would know how to dig up dirt on s
