Cade looked at Richard. “I was not aware I had been invited.”
Richard cut into his food with calm precision. “You were not. The guest list is being reconsidered in light of recent publicity.”
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “You want Cade at Marcus and Vivian’s wedding event?”
Richard looked at me. “I want consistency.”
“You want insanity.”
“I want the public to understand that this family is not at war with itself.”
“This family has been at war with itself since before I was born.”
Vivian flinched.
Richard’s gaze sharpened.
Marcus smiled into his wine glass.
Cade remained silent.
The housekeeper moved around the table, placing a dish of potatoes near my plate. The normalness of it made me feel dizzy. This was how Richard won rooms. He placed disasters beneath polishe
