“That property is already as good as ours. You can’t stop the sale now.”
The ballroom became perfectly silent.
Caleb’s hand reached toward the roses.
Then he stopped.
“Whose signature is on the contract?” he asked.
Sabrina stared at him.
“What?”
“Whose signature?”
She opened her mouth, but Victor interrupted.
“Caleb, there are complicated financial matters involved. Your mother agreed to certain arrangements.”
“No, I didn’t,” I said.
Caleb looked directly at me.
“Mom?”
I raised my trembling chin.
“I never signed anything.”
The red ribbon slipped between my fingers, and one rose fell onto the marble floor.
Nobody moved to pick it up.
Sabrina’s face hardened.
“You’re going to believe her over your wife?”
Caleb looked at the fallen flower.
Then he looked at me.
“Show me the contract.”
Victor exhaled sharply.
“Son, this is a private business matter.”
“I’m not your son,” Caleb replied.
It was the first time I had heard that particular coldness in his voice.
Victor blinked.
Caleb extended his hand.
“The contract. Now.”
Sabrina turned toward the wedding coordinator, who stood frozen beside the cake table.
