"And you two," I said, turning to the guards. "Are you sure the information you received says the owner is male? I have the original title deed right here."
"You'd better verify your records. If you're covering for harassers and obstructing a legitimate resident, can you afford the consequences?"
The hallway went dead silent.
Then the elevator chimed.
Two police officers stepped out.
I started toward them, but a shrill voice cut through from behind their backs.
My feet locked to the floor.
What was she doing here?
Sylvia squeezed past the officers, arms folded, lips curled in a dismissive pout.
"Ava, you are so out of line! A little lovers' quarrel between the two of you, and you actually called the police?"
I caught the look on the officers' faces, the way they hesitated, and it clicked.
No wonder they'd taken so long to come up. She'd been stalling them downstairs.
I cut her off with a cold laugh. "Who's 'the two of us'? I've met him exactly once."
Sylvia's expression hardened, and she launched into a public dressing-down right there in the hallway.
"So what! Sebastian cares about you—he came all this way to marry you!"