Evelyn's POV

Harrison’s smug voice cut through the conversation around us like a blade.

He pulled something from his wallet, a shiny gold card that caught the light as he held it between two fingers. “This,” he said loudly, turning to the waiter, “is a real VIP card. Gold. Not that fake piece of black plastic he’s flashing around.”

I felt the muscles in my shoulders tighten. Fiona leaned into Harrison’s arm, smiling like she’d won, her eyes sliding over Dominic with barely ...