“Good evening, Adrian,” I said, my voice calm but cold enough to cut through the air. “I apologize for being late.”
A faint smile touched my lips.
“My husband burned the dress I originally planned to wear.”
A murmur spread through the nearby guests.
Confusion.
Shock.
Adrian’s breathing turned uneven. “W-what… what are you saying…?” he stammered. “You… you’re the Chairwoman?”
I tilted my head slightly.
“The company you’ve been so proud to represent?” I said softly. “Yes. It belongs to me.”
