But it was clean.
It was carefully ironed.
And to Emily, it meant something.
It reminded her of Mrs. Rosa Bennett, the gentle widow from South Dallas who had raised her after no one else wanted the orphaned little girl found alone three decades earlier. Rosa had sold tamales, sweet bread, and hot chocolate from a tiny food cart, yet somehow always made Emily feel loved.
Outside the historic Arlington Manor Hotel in downtown Dallas, Daniel tossed the keys of his black Aston Martin to the valet and gave Emily a look filled with embarrassment.
“Please, Emily,” he muttered, adjusting his gold Rolex. “Tonight matters. The board is here. Investors are here. Senators, CEOs… and my boss.”
“I know,” Emily said softly. “That’s why I came. I wanted to support you.”
Daniel gave a humorless laugh.
“You don’t get it. That dress…”
