I looked at the towel.
“And I’m sitting here covered in wedding cake.”
Michael rubbed his forehead.
“Mom, she didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Then why did she put frosting on my face?”
“She thought it would be funny.”
“Did you?”
He hesitated.
“At first.”
I looked up.
“And afterward?”
He said nothing.
I placed the towel on the table.
“Michael, do you know how much money I’ve spent on your wedding?”
He sighed.
“Please don’t make this about money.”
“I’m asking a question.”
He looked away.
“I know you helped.”
“Forty-eight thousand dollars to the hotel alone.”
His head turned.
“What?”
“Yes.”
He stared at me.
“I thought Cassandra’s parents were paying most of the reception.”
I studied his face.
“Who told you that?”
“Cassandra.”
I leaned back.
Her parents had contributed to the rehearsal dinner and several other expenses.
