Sabrina looked up.
“I didn’t tell everyone.”
Michael frowned.
“You told your mother.”
“She’s my mother.”
“And your bridesmaids?”
“They were excited for us.”
I interrupted.
“Whoever spread the news doesn’t change what happened this morning.”
Sabrina looked at me.
“You’ve already canceled it?”
“I instructed Avery to halt the proposed gifts. Nothing was transferred.”
“But you can change your mind again.”
I folded my hands.
“I can make decisions about my own property, yes.”
Her expression brightened slightly.
“Then perhaps after everything calms down—”
“No, Sabrina.”
She stopped.
“I’m not transferring twenty-two million dollars in real estate to two people when I have serious questions about whether they’re prepared to manage it responsibly.”
Michael lowered his head.
I turned toward him.
“That includes you.”
He looked surprised.
“Me?”
“You’ve been discussing a gift that wasn’t completed as though it already belonged to you. And you haven’t once asked me what happened to my scalp without trying to protect your wedding from embarrassment.”
“Mom, that’s not fair.”
I gestured toward my wig.
“Tell me which part isn’t.”
His eyes filled.
