Diana always tried to give people the benefit of the doubt. Liking a stranger was more or less her default.

But that didn't mean she was stupid.

Years as apprentice to a countess had given her enough training and experience among the aristocratic to recognize when someone was looking down their nose at her. What she couldn't quite see, at the moment, was what Stefan Salvatore would be doing with someone like that.

High-hats didn't seem like his style. But then, it had been ten years. Who knew what he'd been up to?

"Everything is jake," she said, smiling blithely. "I just wasn't expecting to see this daddy in this joint, of all places." She turned the smile to Stefan.