♡♡HAYDEN'S POV♡♡The air in the foyer had gone thick. It felt like the walls themselves were choking on everything that had just been said. Summer was still beside me, hand trembling slightly in mine.The silence that followed my words—You are not my grandmother—wasn’t silence at all. It was judgment. It was whispers. It was the sound of centuries frowning down at me.Countess Geneviève’s red painted lips curved, though her eyes stayed sharp. She didn’t argue. She didn’t even blink. Her eyes only flicked toward me, pale and still, like I was something she’d found floating dead in her expensive champagne glass.Across the hall, servants froze mid-breath. Tara looked like she was about to drop dead any second. Someone dropped a fork. The echo felt deafening. Then came the whispers. Loud and clear.“That’s why he shouldn’t have been invited. He even brought that girl with him.”“The bastard son always forgets his place.”“Poor Tara… imagine living with that scandal.”“I heard he was expe
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