“You never asked what happened after I left,” I said softly, but firmly enough for the nearby guests to hear. “You were so quick to move on, to ‘upgrade.’ But life has a way of catching up with us, doesn’t it?”

Margaret recovered her composure, her voice taking on a syrupy sweetness. “Well, isn’t this a delightful surprise,” she cooed, attempting to mask the tension. “I must say, he’s a handsome boy.”

“Thank you,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral. “He’s a wonderful child, and I’m very proud of him.”

The guests around us murmured, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding drama. The Lancaster gala had just turned into the social event of the season, and everyone was eager to witness the spectacle.