And Daniel’s smile had disappeared because he knew those revisions contained written instructions to remove the woman who was paying for the wedding from her own son’s celebration.
Brielle stared at the screen.
“So this whole thing was planned?”
Evelyn shook her head.
“No. I planned to celebrate your marriage. I asked Daniel to preserve those requests because I wanted Marcus to explain them after the wedding.”
“Then why bring them out now?”
Evelyn looked at her.
“Because you just ordered me removed in front of hundreds of people.”
Brielle’s cheeks flushed.
“You humiliated me by bringing up private documents!”
Evelyn’s expression remained steady.
“Brielle, those documents haven’t left this room.”
Marcus looked toward the papers.
Then at his mother.
“You knew we were planning to move your seat?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I tried.”
He remembered the telephone call.
The request to talk about seating.
The mother-son dance.
His own impatient reply.
It’s only a dance.
He covered his face with both hands.
Brielle took a breath.
“Can we finish this and return to our guests?”
Evelyn slid the remaining page across the table.
“Not quite. There’s still the matter of what you’ve been asking the hotel to charge to my account.”
Brielle’s eyes moved toward the page.
For a moment, her confidence disappeared.
