A Hidden Broken Heart

POV: SLOANE

I drag my exhausted eyes across the impossibly long guest list sitting in my lap, utterly unable to hide my deep annoyance. I run a hand through my hair, letting out an irritated breath. I completely skipped a comfortable, much-needed lunch with my colleagues just for this entirely pointless task.

My mother perches elegantly on the sharp corner of my dad's heavy mahogany desk, her a