Losing all patience in the wake of that outburst, Hilary grasped one of her sister's arms and hauled her bodily from her seat. 'It's time for us to go home now, Lauren—'
'I don't wanna go home,' the middle-aged blonde slurred as she swayed. 'I'm enjoying the party.'
A horrible little silence fell and only as she assisted her aunt with her stumbling, angrily muttering mother did Billie register that Alexei had joined them. Her face burning, her tummy twisting with fear, she clashed with blazing golden eyes.
'I've organised a car for you,' Alexei told Hilary in a gentle undertone as a nanny appeared to pass over Nicky into her care. 'I'm sorry that you have to leave early.'
Lauren, who, for all her outspokenness, was intimidated by her son-in-law, had turned an ashen colour and was now avoiding both his gaze and her daughter's. Billie was wan and uncomfortable as she watched her aunt leave with Nicky and her mother.
'I think Lauren may well need professional help,' Alexei breathed with icy cool.
'Sorry. I know she's an embarrassment…but professional help?' Billie echoed, finally working up the courage to look directly at him.
'A stint in rehab might at least cure her of looking forward to our marriage crashing and burning,' Alexei countered sardonicall
y, brilliant golden eyes cutting as lasers. 'Clearly she hasn't read the terms of our pre-nup. But what the hell was she talking about? Buried bodies? Secrets?'
Pale as milk, Billie trembled as she registered how close her mother had come to exposing Nicky's parentage in public. 'She was drunk and getting carried away with all the attention she was getting—that's all. But I don't think she needs to be packed off to rehab just yet—'
'Leave me to deal with Lauren,' Alexei interrupted with ruthless cool. 'I understand her better than you do.'
And Billie, accustomed to her mother's single-minded obstinate egotism, reckoned that he very probably did.