I watched the dance floor fill with wealthy couples as the orchestra struck up a waltz. From my vantage point beside Miles, I could see everything unfolding across the grand ballroom.
"Do you think Mr. Ricardo will agree to reconcile with the Beaumonts?" Miles asked, his eyes darting nervously between me and Nathaniel, who stood across the room engaged in conversation with some executives.
I studied my husband's rigid posture and the cold calculation in his eyes as he nodded at something being said. "No," I replied honestly. "Whatever happened between Nathaniel and his mother's family runs deeper than business."
Miles sighed, defeat evident in the slump of his shoulders. "Then our expansion into medical technology—"
"Will happen through another channel," I finished for him, my mind already working. "You don't need Nathaniel to connect with the Beaumonts. I can make the introduction."
His eyes widened. "You would do that?"
