“No, Sienna. It probably doesn’t.”
Then I looked directly at Derek.
“But Derek insisted this was all we could afford. And I didn’t think a dress mattered more than the person I was marrying.”
His face tightened.
My father stepped forward.
Several older investors recognized him immediately.
Whispers spread through the room.
“That’s Thomas Harrington.”
“The founder?”
“Yes. That’s him.”
Derek turned.
I saw recognition strike him almost physically.
He had admired my father for years.
Magazine articles about him were saved on Derek’s computer.
He had once told me that meeting Thomas Harrington would be the greatest opportunity of his career.
Now the man he’d dreamed of meeting stood beside me.
My father placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Amelia is my daughter.”
Derek looked as if he might collapse.
“But… your last name…”
“Carter is my mother’s maiden name,” I explained.
