“Mr. James,” she said, forcing a laugh, “you’re not only successful but also very protective of your wife.”
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Someone muttered, “She may not have the pedigree, but she’s certainly lucky.”
Elijah’s response was immediate. “You’re right. I am lucky to have such a wonderful wife.”
Elizabeth’s chest tightened.
His words sounded so perfect, but they twisted inside her. He wasn’t shielding her; he was placing her on a pedestal, making her an even clearer target for disdain.
Her fears proved true as Billie’s expression darkened. “Elizabeth,” she snapped, her voice sharp with condescension. “If you’re going to act, focus on acting. Leave those unsavory habits from the entertainment industry behind. Show some respect to your elders. The James family has a reputation to uphold.”
Before Elizabeth could respond, Elijah stepped forward, his voice cold and unwavering. “Mom, that’s enough.”
Billie’s eyes narrowed, but she waved him off dismissively. “Fine. Take your wife to dinner if you’re so concerned.”
Elijah reached for Elizabeth’s hand, but she recoiled as if his touch burned.
Her eyes, glinting with cold anger, locked onto his. Without a word, she spun on her heel and walked away, her steps brisk and determined.
Elizabeth’s heart raced, her chest tight with frustration. She was done being used as a tool, only to be insulted for her trouble.
Elijah’s hand hovered in the air, fingers curling slightly before he slowly let it fall.
His gaze followed her retreat, unreadable, but his jaw tightened.
Elizabeth approached a servant. “Move the piano to the garden later,” she said in a soft but firm voice.
Kailee, who had been quietly observing from a distance, couldn’t help but smirk.
A piano? So, Elizabeth’s “performance” would be a piano piece, then.
Kailee’s lips curled into a smug smile. Finally, a chance to watch Elizabeth humiliate herself.
Fake was fake, after all. When the clock struck midnight, Cinderella would return to her rags.
