I leaned in closer to Delilah, I was fumbling for a napkin, “I’m really sorry about the wine. I didn’t see that coming.” I muttered to her.
Delilah smiled without being angry. “It’s fine, Ryder. Just try not to ruin the rest of my outfit tonight, okay?” She replied to me.
Before I could respond. There was a wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd; it was then followed by a crescendo of applause.
“The Dowager has arrived!” someone announced.
All heads turned toward the staircase at the far end of the hall. The double doors at the top suddenly opened. Mrs. Margaret Hawthorne came in. She was dressed in a deep emerald gown. A diamond-studded tiara rested atop her perfectly coiffed silver hair.
Two attendants followed her, they were holding the long train of her gown as she descended th
