A few relatives nearby frantically signaled for him to shut up. He ignored them, the liquor loosening his tongue further.
"You all really think I lost my memory? That I forgot Faith has a five-year-old son?"
……
Silence.
Then Tony hurled his champagne flute at the floor. Glass exploded across the marble.
At that exact moment, the doors to the private dining room swung open from the outside.
Faith Whitney walked in, leading a little boy dressed in a custom-tailored suit.
Around her neck hung the sapphire necklace Tony had bid three million dollars for at an auction last month. He'd told me he lost it on the way home.
Patsy Henson shot up from the head table and rushed over. She scooped the five-year-old into her arms without a second's hesitation.
"Oh, my precious grandson! Let Grandma get a good look at you."
The boy wrapped his arms around her neck like he'd done it a hundred times before.
"Grandma, I missed you and Daddy so much."
Patsy fished a thick envelope of cash from her pocket and tucked it into the boy's suit jacket.
"Grandma missed you too, sweetheart. You're staying home from now on. No more going anywhere."
I stood frozen, watching the scene unfold.