Mia’s eyes were welling up. “Please tell me you heard that.”
“I heard.”
Lucille’s tone was flat. “Say the word.”
Piper murmured, “Not here. Please.”
Shannon simply stared at Maya.
I took a step forward.
“Please tell me you heard that.”
Adele put a hand on my arm.
“Not yet, Dad.”
“She’s lying about all of us.”
“I know.”
“Then why wait?”
Adele glanced toward the white box by the gift table.
“Because this time, we’re not answering a lie with anger. We’re answering it with proof.”
Across the room, Maya laughed as though she’d already won.
“She’s lying about all of us.”
Before the scheduled toasts wrapped up, Maya rose and reached for the microphone.
“If I may,” she said, smiling at Harry. “A mother should say a few words on her daughter’s wedding day.”
My chair scraped against the floor.
