My phone stayed frozen on my ear for an extra beat before I removed it. It slipped against my clammy palm and almost clattered to the floor before I shoved it back into my purse.
It was funny how one sentence could send me into an anxiety spiral.
We have important news.
Did something happen with the company? Was someone sick or dying? Were my parents selling their house and moving to New York like they’d once threatened to do?
My mind raced through with a thousand questions and possibilities.
I didn’t have an answer, but I knew one thing.
An emergency summons to the Lau manor never boded well.
CHAPTER2
Vivian
My parents’ living room looked like something out of anArchitectural Digestspread. Tufted settees sat at right angles to carved wood tables; porcelain tea sets jostled for space next to priceless tchotchkes. Even the air smelled cold and impersonal, like generically expensive freshener.
Some people had homes; my parents had a showpiece.
“Your skin looks dull.” My mother examined me with a critical eye. “Have you been keeping up with your monthly facials?”
She sat across from me, her own skin glowing with pearlescent luminosity.
“Yes, Mother.” My cheeks ached from the forced politeness of my smile.
I’d stepped foot in my childhood home ten minutes ago, and I’d already been criticized for my hair (too messy), my nails (too long), and now, my complexion.
Just another night at the Lau manor.
“Good. Remember, you can’t let yourself go,” my mother said. “You’re not married yet.”
I held back a sigh.Here we go again.
Despite my thriving career in Manhattan, where the event planning market was more cutthroat than a designer sample sale, my parents were fixated on my lack of a boyfriend and, therefore, lack of marital prospects.
They tolerated my work because it was no longer fashionable for heiresses to do nothing, but they weresalivatingfor a son-in-law, one who could increase their foothold in the circles of the old money elite.
We were rich, but we would never be old money. Not in this generation.
“I’m still young,” I said patiently. “I have plenty of time to meet someone.”
I was only twenty-eight, but my parents acted like I would shrivel into the Crypt Keeper the second midnight struck on my thirtieth birthday.
“You’re almost thirty,” my mother countered. “You’re not getting any younger, and youhaveto start thinking about marriage and kids. The longer you wait, the smaller the dating pool becomes.”
“Iamthinking about it.”Thinking about the year of freedom I have left before I’m forced to marry a banker with a numeral after his last name.“As for getting younger, that’s what Botox and plastic surgery is for.”
If my sister were here, she would’ve laughed. Since she wasn’t, my joke fell flatter than a poorly baked soufflé.
My mother’s lips thinned.
Beside her, my father’s thick, gray-tipped brows formed a stern V over the bridge of his nose.
Sixty years old, spry, and fit, Francis Lau looked every inch the self-made CEO. He’d expanded Lau Jewels from a small, family-run shop to a multinational behemoth over three decades, and a silent stare from him was enough to make me shrink back against the couch cushions.
“Every time we bring up marriage, you make a joke.” His tone seeped with disapproval. “Marriage isnota joke, Vivian. It’s an important matter for our family. Look at your sister. Thanks to her, we’re now connected to the royal family of Eldorra.”