I glanced back at Nick. He really didn’t get it. He’d been born as the Holt heir, and his life had been too easy. He didn’t realize what having the Holt matriarch on his arm actually meant.
Maybe the coldness in my gaze took him aback because he hesitated.
The elevator opened directly into the hall, and Mr. Theodore Holt, seated with a host of prominent business leaders, looked at me with a smile.
“Mila, what brings you rushing over here like this? Something on your mind?”
The room was filled with the city’s business elite. I curtsied gracefully.
“Gentlemen, I’m sure most of you have heard by now. The tale of Nick and Miss Snow–saved by a damsel in distress–is quite a story. I, for one, don’t want to get in the way. It’s a pointless situation for all involved
“So, please, esteemed family members, bear witness. I, Camilla Jensen, will end this engagement with Nick Holt.”
I stood tall, neither proud nor submissive. The entire room went dead silent.
