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50 My mother, Lena, passed away twenty years ago, yet the scholarship gala that night still bore her name. She had done something my father didn't know about: a dress my mother had started before she died—and my father recognized the stitching on the silk fabric she had been working on. / Chapter 4 / 10

Chapter 4 - The Crack in the Shield

My father did not look at Evelyn. He did not smile. He looked directly out into the crowd of two hundred people.

"Good evening," Thomas Hart said, his voice steady, though his hand holding the microphone trembled slightly. "There has been a mistake."

Evelyn’s smile froze. She leaned in closer to him, whispering under her breath so the microphone wouldn't catch it, though her tight jaw gave her away: "Thomas, what are you doing? Step back."

My father ignored her completely.

"The graphic displayed on the screen behind me was not approved by the board of directors, nor was it approved by me," my father announced clearly, his voice carrying over the speakers. "This organization was built on the blood, sweat, and artistic soul of my late wife, Lena Hart. It was created to serve students who have passion but lack opportunity."

A murmur of applause broke out from the tables near the front where the alumni sat.

"Tonight is, and will always remain, the Lena Hart Community Arts Scholarship Gala," my father continued, his eyes scanning the room until they met mine at the back. "We will not be changing the name. We will not be altering the foundation's mission. I apologize for the technical confusion. Please enjoy your dinner."

He lowered the microphone, handed it back to a stunned audio technician at the side of the stage, and walked straight off the platform without waiting for Evelyn or Madison.

Evelyn stood frozen for a fraction of a second before recovering her composure with a strained, practiced laugh. "Thank you, Thomas! Always so protective of the foundation's roots. Please, everyone, enjoy your meals!"

She hurried off the stage, her high heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor, her face pale with fury. Madison trailed behind her, casting a deadly glare around the room until her eyes locked onto me.

I stood near the cocktail tables, my heart hammering against my ribs. It was the very first time in twenty years I had seen my father stand his ground against someone trying to push him around. He hadn't told me to be quiet. He hadn't asked me to compromise.

He had defended my mother.

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