of superficial wealthy women and loved that Elena was genuine and simple.
She believed him.
After they married, however, the comments slowly changed.
“Talk less at dinners.”
“Don’t mention growing up poor.”
“That accent makes people uncomfortable.”
And that night, beneath the chandeliers of the grand ballroom, Julian went even further.
“Stay near the kitchen or the restrooms,” he whispered. “Do not introduce yourself as my wife tonight. If anyone asks, tell them you work for the event.”
Elena stared at him.
Her fingers instinctively closed around the old silver