He offered to clarify with the couple.
But I didn’t want another confrontation before dinner.
Instead, I asked him to preserve the revised schedule and make sure no additional charges were authorized on my account without my approval.
He’d agreed.
We also discussed which optional services could still be canceled if I decided I no longer wanted to pay for them.
I’d hoped I would never need that information.
Now Adrian placed the same schedule in front of me.
“Mrs. Porter, I’m concerned the cake incident may have been planned.”
I stared at the page.
“Are you saying Cassandra knew she was going to do that?”
“The document doesn’t describe the exact action. But it does identify a surprise involving you, and the photographer was instructed to capture your reaction.”
I closed my eyes.
The humiliation hadn’t necessarily been a spontaneous joke.
Someone had planned for me to become part of the entertainment.
I remembered Cassandra glancing toward the photographer just before grabbing the cake.
Then Michael laughing.
My stomach tightened.
“Did my son know?”
Adrian hesitated.
“The revised program was sent to both the bride and groom for approval. Mr. Porter acknowledged receiving it.”
I looked down.
That didn’t prove Michael knew exactly what Cassandra intended.
But he’d known the mother-son dance was gone.
And apparently, he’d approved a program containing a mysterious surprise involving me without asking what it was.
Adrian continued.
“I can provide copies of the event records to the appropriate parties. If you’d like, we can also document what occurred tonight.”
I nodded.
“Yes.”
He looked relieved.
“Would you like us to contact security?”
