“We talked about keeping the later part of the reception focused on our friends.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
She glanced at Evelyn.
“I didn’t want her making a scene during the speeches.”
Evelyn almost laughed.
“Brielle, when have I ever interrupted one of your speeches?”
“This isn’t about one speech!”
“Then what is it about?”
Brielle looked away.
Marcus lowered himself into a chair.
“You told me the hotel wanted fewer people at the head table. You didn’t tell me you wanted Mom sent away.”
Brielle turned toward him.
“You approved the schedule!”
“I didn’t read every line.”
The excuse sounded weak even to him.
Evelyn could see it.
She turned to Daniel.
“Thank you. May I see the remaining pages?”
He handed them over.
Then she placed her phone on the table.
The screen was still open to the message she’d sent across the ballroom.
Marcus saw it.
So did Brielle.
BRING THE REVISIONS.
Those were the three words.
Not cancel the wedding.
Not throw them out.
Not even stop the music.
Evelyn hadn’t wanted to destroy the celebration she’d paid for.
She’d wanted the truth about its arrangements brought into the room.
