Eleanor turned to her mother. "Mom, it's so stuffy in here. I'm going to take Evelyn outside for a bit."
"The concert's about to start," Gina reminded her, her tone pointed.
Eleanor pretended not to hear. Serena, growing annoyed, said, "Eleanor, it's starting. Where are you taking Evelyn?"
"Just outside to play," Eleanor replied, scooping her daughter into her arms and heading out with Joy.
Gina pressed a hand to her chest, frustration tightening in her ribs. She'd hoped her granddaughter would stay and soak up a little culture.
Xavier picked up his phone and said to Serena, "I'm stepping out to take a call."
Serena froze. Why did Xavier leave just as Eleanor did?
No, she told herself, shaking the thought away. Xavier was just taking a call—there was no way he was following Eleanor.
Outside, the plaza bustled with vendors selling trinkets and little toys. Joy bought Evelyn two small toys, and the little girl's delight was infectious.
"Evelyn, do you want to come over to my place and play?" Joy asked, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Yes, please!" Evelyn's face lit up. She took to Joy immediately, charmed by her generosity.
Eleanor smiled, her eyes crinkling with amusement. As she looked up, she spotted a familiar figure walking toward them—Xavier.
Remembering how he'd helped her earlier, Eleanor turned to Joy. "Could you watch Evelyn for a moment? I need to say hello to a friend."
Joy nodded, watching Eleanor cross the plaza toward the tall man. He was too far away to make out his features, but there was no mistaking the air of old money and confidence about him.
When Xavier saw Eleanor approach, he offered a gentle smile. "Didn't hurt yourself earlier, did you?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Vaughn, for your help tonight," she replied, gratitude in her eyes.
"It was nothing," Xavier said with a shrug. "Are you heading back inside?"
"I'm taking my daughter to spend time at my friend's place," Eleanor explained.

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