Roxy's POV

"Who?" I was already half out of my chair when a familiar voice answered before the maid could.

"Me, apparently."

Daniel stood in the doorway in a dark suit, one hand tucked casually into his pocket as if walking into Carrington Manor in the middle of dinner was the most normal thing in the world.

The entire table went quiet, and Gerald Hartwell stopped halfway through whatever he had been saying about my wasted last name. Richard looked toward the door with raised brows, while Ivy’s face immediately lit up with interest.

My stomach dropped. "Daniel?"

"Daniel." I stood fully this time, equal parts relieved and mortified. "What...