“I am so sorry for keeping you waiting, Madam Cross.”
Helena Vale's voice cut through the trendy restaurant as she entered.
Annoyance had already settled on Patricia’s face before the whispers began.
“Is that the Cross family matriarch? She looks so sophisticated.”
Someone snorted. “Sophisticated, yes. Still just a mistress. Imagine staying all these years without a title.”
Patricia looked over, ignoring Helena and her appendage, both drowning in overwhelming perfume.
Her eyes caught the two gossiping biddies and they quickly turned away.
Patricia’s hand tightened around her Gucci purse and she was tempted to tear their mouths out to teach others a lesson.
It had been a while since anyone dared speak like that to her face.
She reined in her anger as she reminded herself, “Daniel i
