Alistair Hale's apology didn't come until Wednesday and it was supremely unsatisfying. Lacy had been right. He wouldn't stand up for her because he liked the idea of this new daughter-in-law-to-be.
He met up with her and her father for lunch at a trendy restaurant near the financial district and didn't show the slightest bit of discomfort on his face. Who did he think he was to be so nonchalant about not honoring a promise?
"I really didn't want things to turn out this way but what can I do? I have no control over that boy," Alistair said calmly as he cut his steak.
Brann scowled. "You're his father; it's his duty to listen to you and respect your decisions on what's best for him. Tell him to break off the engagement and make things right."
Lacy nodded along emphatically. Only she could be Aaron's wife. Somebody from Boston could never fit into New York's high society.
