Ella
"Kingston Reina," someone murmurs near me.
"The financial tycoon?" another person asks quietly.
The room is split on what exactly is going on, and I turn my head to follow the trail of conversation. However, it's quickly stifled by my father's voice again.
"I'm only going to ask one more time," Kingston Reina demands of the crowd that has formed, silencing those around us. "Who the fuck is spreading lies about my family during my daughter's goddamn birthday?"
It is unlike my father to swear, so I know he must be furious.
Jessica, who has since been released by the security guard, marches straight up to my father without any shame. She must seriously have a death wish if she's approaching him with this much gusto.