(Author's POV)
Jasper said nothing. He leaned forward and told the driver to take his mother home first.
Before she got out, he said, "The dowry - that's yours to arrange. But the wedding is mine. I decide everything about the wedding. That's not negotiable."
Victoria stepped out of the car. She paused, one hand on the door, and looked back at him with something almost like amusement.
"Of course," she said. "Enjoy planning it."
She closed the door.
Jasper rode the rest of the way in silence.
When he arrived at the Rathbone house, Sienna was still standing near the entrance, coat still on, looking like someone who hadn't quite decided where to go next. She looked up when she heard him.
He crossed to her without hesitating and took her hand.
"I'm sorry," he said. He said it clearly,
