As the party continued, I noticed something unsettling. The bedroom where Spencer used to sleep — the decorations, the furniture — everything was done according to Levi’s preferences.

Then I overheard Spencer, speaking with rare patience. "So, how is it? Do you like it?"

The words hung in the air and I was left standing there, trying to make sense of everything.

Could this really be Spencer?

He had never been so patient, so gentle, not with me, at least.

Besides, shouldn’t today be a celebration of our son's christening? Yet, he stood there, interacting with others as though he were a mere outsider at this grand event. What was he hiding from me? I couldn’t shake the unease that crept into my chest.

"Tiffany, go and mingle with everyone," Spencer instructed, his tone firm but distant. "The nanny is watching the baby, right? Go on!"

I hesitated for a moment but realized he had a point. If I wanted my son to have a solid place within the Yates family, I needed to integrate myself into this circle of powerful people.

With that, I pushed aside the doubts that gnawed at my mind and agreed. "Okay, I’ll go now."

I gently handed my sleeping son over to the nanny, who I trusted most among the household staff. I warned her to keep a close eye on him and to make sure he wasn’t frightened by all the noise and commotion.

With a teacup in hand, I began greeting the guests. Since I was breastfeeding, I had to drink tea instead of alcohol. Many of the guests praised me, complimenting me on being a dutiful daughter-in-law and a good mother.

This banquet was filled with people from influential families, including Spencer’s high school sweetheart, Lucy and her relatives, the Rivera Family.

I spotted Lucy standing alone, speaking to someone and for a moment, I wondered if I should approach her.

"Tiffany, you’re here!" Lucy called out, her words catching me off guard.

I had no choice but to respond.

"Yes, Lucy," I said, trying to mask my surprise. "Thank you for coming. Let me offer a toast to you."

Back when we were in school, our relationship had always been lukewarm at best. We had kept things polite.

My family background was far humbler than hers and I had never dared to imagine becoming part of her world. I could still hear my father’s advice, “Be low-key.”