"Lance, I swear, I didn't say a word, and Florence just slapped me! Look at my face!" she complained, trying her best to hide the anger and bitterness in her eyes in front of Lancelot.
"Florence!" Lancelot turned around and called her name with a hint of coldness in his eyes. "How long are you gonna keep this up? You—"
"Mr. Foster," Florence cut him off, her tone steady. "In a public setting, I'm Ms. Hawthorne. You wouldn't want to come off as impolite as her, would you?"
She turned to Jacob and said, "The auction's over. Let's go. I'd rather not look at them a second longer."
Florence spun around, ready to leave with Jacob, but Sophia dashed forward, clearly sensing her chances slipping.
She grabbed Florence's arm and burst out, "Florence, Grandma's been in the hospital for months no
