Chapter 20
“Home, Ms. Monroe?” Penny asked from behind the wheel of the limo.
Presley sat fuming in the back, her body resting snugly in the plush leather seat, her gaze set out the window. She stared fiercely at the traffic passing them on the street, offended by the people in all of the cars who knew where they wanted to go. They must. They were heading toward their chosen destinations with such singular dedication, while she couldn’t put two thoughts together, let alone instruct her chauffeur where to drive.
The audacity of that man.
She was overcome with anger, reliving the way he had given her a nasty glare before storming away from the table, his ridiculous girlfriend on his heels, leaving her to make nice with the Count and Countess and leave the dinner meeting with at least a m
