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I looked over at Evan. “You did? I’m so happy.”
“This was great, Spence.” Evan came over and kissed Grace. “We’re going to go. Have fun.”
“I will.” Grace grinned. Someone had curled and fluffed her hair so it was like a halo; her nails and lipstick matched the dress.
Wes tugged her away. “One last kiss.”
“See you later.” She waved.
I offered her my arm and she took it.
“I’m so excited. I looked online to see who they were honoring. Oh, I really want to meet Dr. Harlowe and talk to her about her particle cutter,” she told me as I helped her into my car.
“That can be arranged,” I told her as I got into the driver’s seat. Her being excited made me happy.
Is this a date?
I wasn’t sure, but I had a feeling that it would be an amazing night.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Brennan
“Ithought Evan was coming with you,” my mother commented, joining Jett and me as I brooded in the corner of the ballroom at the HighTower.
Are we done yet?I just gave her a look over my glass of bourbon.
This was one of the most boring venues ever. Sure, it had a marvelous view, but it was stuffy in here with all the people. There wasn’t even a balcony.
“Evan sends his regrets,” I lied. Evan was pissed at me and refused to come. He and Wes were going on a date instead.
Judging by the way he’d barged into my bathroom, Wes was angry at me, too. Jett was still a little mad, but he stood here with me, making nice with people that wouldn’t care about us if we weren’t rich.
Spencer had been cool to me but hadn’t said anything, so I wasn’t sure if he was mad or just preoccupied. With him it could be either.
Ugh. All I was trying to do was protect my pack. Users aboundedin this town. Pretty much everyone at this dinner wanted something from my family. Funding. Connections. Approval. We had to be careful.
Why was everyone so mad at me for being cautious?
“Have you hired a housekeeper yet?” My mother wore a glittering emerald dress that complemented her eyes, which were as hard as the ostentatious circle of gems around her neck.
“We don’t need a housekeeper,” I told her through gritted teeth, raising my glass as someone I didn’t recognize waved at me.
“Bren, Dependent Services specifically commented on the cleanliness of the bathrooms,” she lectured, eyes narrowing, dragon claw nails tapping on her champagne glass.
“This isn’t the place to discuss it.” I glared, looking for a reason to get away–or for someone to refill my bourbon. I detested these, and even the recreational Jett had slipped me before the party had donenothingto soften the edge.
“Well, you’re not answering my calls,” she snapped.
“Don’t feel bad, he’s been ignoring me all day, too.” Katie joined us, wearing a glittery pantsuit, Rami on her arm. He wore a suit with a tie and pocket square that matched her outfit.
My mother craned her jeweled neck. “Who’s that with Spencer?”
Spencer, in one of his expensive, imported custom tuxes, sailed in, greeting people with his usual poise and charm. Helikedthese things. On his arm was a tiny blonde in a long, red dress. Her short hair was a fluff of curls, and she wore striking jewelry. His tie and pocket square matched her gown, which justlookedexpensive.
“Oh, just look at Grace,” Katie breathed. “That dress.”
People fixed their gazes on the two of them. Anger rose inside me. No one told me that Grace was coming.
