A Brewing Storm
Catherine Miller paced across the hotel suite floor, barefoot and furious.
She had just come back from a brunch date with a Dallas socialite who, between mimosas and gossip, had let slip something Catherine couldn’t ignore.
“Oh, by the way… your ex-fiancé’s mother had a special delivery from that girl. Sabrina, right? At the mansion. I heard it was adorable.”
Catherine had smiled at the time. Played politely. Pretended it didn’t sting.
Now she was seething.
She picked up her phone, dialed Andy’s number, and didn’t wait for him to say hello before snapping, “She went to the Donovans’ yesterday.”
A pause.
Then Andy’s voice, tired but sharp, filtered through. “Who?”
“Sabrina,” she spat. “She personally delivered baked goods. Alicia accepted them. Had tea with her, app
