"I'm Jennifer Vanderbilt."
Her voice cut through the space between them, sharp and clear.
"Daughter of Vivienne Vanderbilt."
Heat flooded her face... not embarrassment now, but pure, incandescent fury.
'Me?'
'A maid?'
Her hands trembled at her sides, nails biting into her palms. She stared at him, willing him to see what should have been obvious from the moment he'd looked at her.
Alex's expression shifted slightly. His eyebrows lifted, just a fraction.
"Oh," he said slowly, as if something had just clicked into place. "My mistake."
He lowered the wine bottle slightly, his expression shifting into something that looked... to Jennifer's triumphant eyes... like genuine sheepishness.
"Yes," Jennifer breathed, her voice regaining its velvet authority. "You should be sorry."
