Not Invited to His Family Dinner

Synopsis

Holt told me not to come to his family dinner. His reason: "You spend all day in the morgue. You reek. My mom can't stand it." I'd already taken vacation days and booked my flight. I was planning to travel alone and clear my head. But then he took Priscilla Quinn instead. Priscilla was a socialite from a prominent family who spoke eight languages. Standing next to Holt, she looked like she belonged there. Photos from the family dinner were all over social media that night. Someone tagged me in the comments: "Fiona Harvey, did you see this?" I saw it. I canceled my plane ticket and booked a cruise instead. The night Holt came home, I was packing. He stood in the doorway with a rare hint of guilt. "Where are you going?" "Home." "Your home is right here—" "No. It's not." I zipped up my suitcase and walked past him without stopping. He didn't know my father was the biggest creditor of his Holt Corporation in Southeast Asia. "Fiona Harvey, how long are you going to play this hard-to-get game?" Holt kicked my suitcase aside, his eyes full of impatience. "Canceling your flight and booking a cruise instead—you think changing your travel plans will make me beg you to stay?" I stopped and looked at his self-righteous face. "I told you. I'm going home." "Your