I didn't get far with Nathaniel before Imogen stepped directly in our path, her eyes gleaming with malice.
"Juliana, I believe you left your clutch in the lounge. Perhaps you should retrieve it before making such a... spectacle of yourself."
I froze. My clutch—with the marriage certificate inside—was no longer in my hands. In the commotion, I'd left it on the side table.
"I'll get it," I said to Nathaniel, releasing his hand. "I'll be right back."
Evelyn, who had been watching the scene unfold, hurried to my side. "I'll come with you, dear."
As we moved toward the exit, Miles followed us. "Let me help. I have a feeling you might need backup."
The three of us made our way down the corridor toward the private lounge where I'd left my bag. When we reached the door, I found it locked.
"That's odd," I murmured, trying the handle again.
"Looking for something?" Imogen's voice came from behind us, dripping with smug satisfaction.
