Lottie smiled confidently and adjusted her sunglasses as she entered the upscale restaurant. She walked proudly as she was led to a private room, ignoring whispers that followed in her wake. Lottie knew what these people had to say about her, she had heard it all.
Ever since she had arrived the city with Jeff, she had been refused entry into the ranks of the elite class, the crème de la crème of society. Despite all of the money she spent on charitable events and all the stupid causes that were funded by their money they rejected them.
They still saw her as nouveau riche, a stranger without any roots who had come and tried to sit with them. That was why she wanted desperately for Brooke to be accepted by Sutton and her son, it would be a coup for her daughter to join their ranks.
Sutton, looking elegant and composed, sat at the only table in the room. As Lottie entered, she could see the disdain in Sutton's eyes.
