He hadn’t known about Steven’s possible investment.
But he’d known exactly who Steven was.
I looked at Christopher.
“You didn’t know he might invest, did you?”
“No.”
“But you recognized him.”
Christopher hesitated.
“I’d seen pictures. We’d spoken on the phone.”
I nodded toward the food.
“And that was enough to suddenly make me worth treating politely.”
Christopher didn’t answer.
Ten minutes earlier, I’d been an inconvenient old woman buying a four-dollar coffee.
Then someone important walked into the room.
And suddenly Christopher cared about how his behavior looked.
Victoria remained silent for several seconds.
Then she slowly removed her engagement ring.
Christopher stared at her hand.
“You’re ending our engagement because of some stranger?”
“No.”
Her voice was calm.
“I’m ending it because I’ve already warned you about this. I told you I couldn’t build a life with someone who decides how much respect people deserve based on their money, appearance, or usefulness.”
