My phone began vibrating across the small marble table almost immediately.
The first call came from Margaret Donovan, the woman who had spent three years reminding me that I would never truly belong to her family.
I answered.
Her voice exploded through the speaker with fury so loud I had to move the phone slightly away from my ear.
“Sophia! You ungrateful woman! What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she screamed.
I took another slow sip of wine before replying.
“Margaret,” I said calmly. “You might want to reconsider how you address me now that your son and I are no longer married.”
Her breathing grew heavier.
“Unlock that card immediately!” she demanded. “Do you want the Donovan family humiliated in front of everyone tonight?”
I smiled faintly at the skyline.
