The Blackwood name

The room fell into a stunned silence at Elara’s words. Even Nina’s exaggerated sobs momentarily stop as she processed the unexpected response.

Damian’s eyes darted between his sister and his wife, his jaw clenched tight. The business associates shifted uncomfortably in their seats while Serena watched the scene unfold with barely concealed satisfaction.

“What an awful thing to say,” Nina whimpered, but Elara noticed her mask slipping slightly. “See how cruel she is?”

“Cruel?” Elara let out a short, bitter laugh. “Like sending me threatening notes?” She reached into her clutch and pulled out the invitation card, holding it up. “Or should we discuss your other schemes, sister-in-law?”

Nina’s eyes widened fractionally at the sight of the note. Serena stepped forward quickly, her smile sharp. “Now, now, let’s not ruin dinner with such dramatics. Nina, darling, get up from the floor. You’re making a scene.”

“But Mother—”

“Up," Serena commanded, her voice firm yet smooth as silk. She turned