Sarah POV
It was wonderful to be back home. It was less wonderful to be in a meeting where my public image was being crafted like a character in an absurdist play.
“So, it looks like the charity’s new name will be Feed the World’s Children,” Lainey said while we sipped tea in the sitting room and looked at our laptops. The girls were in school, and Zane was in his study.
I winced. “They spent weeks, and that was the best they could do?”
Lainey shrugged. “At least they didn’t try to get cute with it, and the message is clear. The dinner Friday night is their first major fundraiser since the auction and masquerade, and Alpha Zane’s already bought a table.”
“I’m still not going, right?”
“Yes. They don’t need you there as a reminder of what happened. I’m going to suggest to Tony Whitfi
