The Bentley rolled to a stop in front of the Johnson mansion, and I took a deep breath before reaching for the door handle. Normally, Nathaniel would open it for me, but tonight I was alone.
"Mrs. Ricardo, please allow me," the driver said, rushing around to open my door.
I stepped out, clutching the small gift bags Nathaniel had insisted I bring. One for Evelyn, one for Cameron—though I doubted he'd appreciate it.
Just ten minutes before we were supposed to arrive at the dinner, Nathaniel had received an urgent call. I still remembered the flash of annoyance in his eyes as he ended the call.
"I'm sorry," he'd said, his voice tight. "There's an emergency with one of our overseas holdings. I need to handle this personally."
"Can't it wait until after dinner?" I'd asked, already knowing the answer.
He shook his head. "Take the Bentley. I'll send a car for myself later."