A few minutes later, the guests who had come for the celebration were left stumped. They wanted to know what Abi Mush's accusation had been about, but they had been conveniently left out of the conversation.
Whispers floated around with varying views, but none were brave enough even to say it in their normal voices. Of course, they all had come with other agendas for attending the famous Gala Dinner that evening.
On the surface, this was supposed to be Alex Thornston's birthday dinner, but most of those gathered had come for another reason: to have their daughters get a shot at Ian himself! Any keen observer would see young women of child-bearing age, lavishly dressed and eagerly waiting for someone, as well as their fretting parents.
It was not an exaggeration to say child-bearing age because of the vast age difference ranging from fifteen to the early forties—everyone wanted a pound of the Ian cake, and nothing was being left to chance.
