Chapter 26 The Spotlight Waltz

• Maddison's POV
• "I believe that they have an excellent French 75," he remarked, his tone even and calm, as though the woman and her rude comment were not there. "Or would champagne be more preferable to your liking?"
• The small shift of topic, the dismissal of the attack with a blank face, was a lesson in power. He wasn't saying, he was showing how one lives in this world. You don't fight. You just move on up. Maddison took a shaken breath and sat down in the chair.