Sabrina’s expression changed.
“That’s not what happened.”
“What happened, then?”
She looked at her father.
He said nothing.
And for the first time all evening, Sabrina seemed genuinely frightened.
A woman appeared beside the ballroom doors.
She was dressed in a charcoal suit and carrying a leather briefcase.
I recognized her immediately.
Diane Lawson, my attorney.
She had promised to remain available throughout the afternoon.
Seeing her there nearly brought me to my knees.
Diane approached without rushing.
“Irene,” she said softly, “are you all right?”
I nodded, though we both knew I wasn’t.
She looked toward Victor.
“Mr. Harrington. I believe you received my notice this morning.”
Victor’s jaw tightened.
“This is a wedding.”
“And your company’s attempted property transaction is the reason I’m here.”
Sabrina folded her arms.
“You can’t just walk into a private event.”
Diane glanced toward the open ballroom doors.
“I was invited by Mrs. Miller.”
Caleb turned to me.
“You called a lawyer?”
“I called her Tuesday,” I answered. “After someone sent me papers containing a signature I never wrote.”
Diane opened her briefcase.
She removed a single page and handed it to Caleb.
He read silently.
