The elegant ballroom of The Ritz-Carlton fell silent as Imelda's words echoed through the space. Bianca's mouth stood agape, her heart pounding as the accusation hung in the air.
"Ken and Bianca are having an affair!"
"Imelda! What're you doing?" Ken's voice cut through the silence, sharp with anger. His perfectly tailored black suit seemed to tighten around his shoulders as he tensed.
"Oh my!" Lilian's hand flew to her pearl necklace, her purple silk dress rustling as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Ken, this is not Schuyler behavior." Jason Sr. frowned, his distinguished face clouding with disappointment. The silver cufflinks on his tuxedo caught the light as he crossed his arms.
"It's not surprising. Women have a knack for getting involved where they don't belong." Bernard's round face reddened as he spoke, his crooked bow tie bobbing with each word.
