Zoey's words stunned everyone.
Sienna glanced at her daughter, then looked up. "Did you hear that? My daughter doesn't like you either."
Vanessa's expression froze.
No longer interested in looking at them, Sienna lifted Zoey into her arms. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's cut your cake."
She walked straight past Vanessa and Milo toward the four-tier cake.
The ballroom stayed silent for a long moment. The first to recover were not the Hawthornes but the prominent guests around them.
"Isn't this supposed to be Mr. Hawthorne's daughter's birthday party?"
"Then why do Ms. Sullivan and her son seem more like the guests of honor than his wife and daughter?"
"He throws his daughter a birthday party, spends the whole time networking, then lets another woman get in his wife and daughter's faces?
