I brushed a section of my hair to the side part, letting it fall neatly over my shoulder as I listened to Priscilla's conversation.
She always held court wherever she stood—women leaned in, laughed on cue, and nodded like she was royalty… which, in a way, she was. Old money. Real old money. The kind that didn't need to flaunt anything because everyone already knew.
"Priscilla, did you hear about the company I started working in now?" I said lightly, slipping into the conversation.
"Yes, yes, Nova, of course I remember," she replied, eyes warm. Even her wrinkles looked elegant, like they had been placed there intentionally.
"It is a smaller company Gabriel said was promising enough for us to invest in," I added.
"Are you having fun fitting in? You know I do not want you having any troubles there," she said. Her tone was gentle, but everyone around us stiffened. If Priscilla Laurent said she didn't want something happening, then it simply wouldn't.
