Part 2

The first image on the screen was shaky, recorded from somewhere low and hidden, probably from Lily’s tablet. It showed my mother’s kitchen three weeks earlier. I recognized the yellow curtains, the white marble island, and the small copper clock shaped like a rooster. Vanessa stood at the counter in yoga pants, her engagement ring catching the light as she held a glass of wine.

Across from her stood a man I had never seen before.

But Graham clearly knew him.

The groom stepped forward, his champagne glass still in his hand. “That’s Nolan,” he said, almost to himself. “My business partner.”

The room shifted. Chairs scraped against the floor. Vanessa’s bridesmaids froze like mannequins.

On the screen, Nolan leaned against the counter and said, “You’re really going through with it?”

Vanessa laughed. Not her wedding laugh. Her real laugh. Cold and bored.

“Of course I am,” she said. “Graham’s family has money, and he’s too loyal to ask questions.”

My stomach dropped.

Graham slowly turned toward Vanessa.

“What is this?” he asked.

Vanessa lifted her chin. “A fake video. Claire probably made it. She’s always been jealous.”

I shook my head, stunned. “I didn’t know anything about this.”

Lily stood by the DJ booth, pale but determined.

On the screen, my mother walked into the kitchen. Patricia Whitmore, who had spent years telling me appearances mattered more than truth, placed a folder on the counter.

“I spoke to the caterer,” Mom said in the video. “Everything is under Graham’s card. After the honeymoon, you can start moving the money through the foundation account.”

Graham’s father, an older man in a black tuxedo, shot to his feet.

“What foundation account?” he demanded.

Vanessa’s eyes darted toward him.

The video continued.

Nolan said, “And Claire?”

At the sound of my name, every head turned toward me.

Vanessa rolled her eyes on the screen. “Claire’s useful when she’s pathetic. People feel sorry for her. Mom can pressure her into signing the old house over after the wedding. She doesn’t even know Dad left half of it to her.”

For one second, I could not breathe.

My father had died six years before. I had been told there was nothing left but debt. I had believed my mother because grief had made me soft and exhausted.

On the screen, my mother said, “Claire signs whatever I put in front of her. She always has.”

My hands began to tremble.

Beside me, Aunt Margaret rose from table seven. She was my father’s older sister, a retired nurse with gray hair and a voice sharp enough to cut glass.

“Patricia,” she said, “tell me that isn’t true.”

My mother’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.

The video angle shifted. Lily must have accidentally moved the tablet. Vanessa’s voice still came through clearly.

“Once Graham transfers the Cape property into both our names, I’ll file quietly. Nolan and I already found a condo in Miami.”

The ballroom erupted.

Graham stared at Vanessa as though the woman beside him had become a stranger. Vanessa grabbed his arm, but he pulled away.

“Baby,” she said quickly, “listen to me. It’s edited.”

Nolan, who had apparently attended as a guest and was sitting near the bar, tried to leave. Two of Graham’s cousins blocked his way.

The DJ stopped the video, but the damage had already spread through the room like smoke.

Vanessa spun toward Lily.

“You little brat,” she hissed.

I moved faster than I knew I could. I crossed the dance floor and stepped between my daughter and my sister.

“Don’t you speak to her,” I said.

For the first time that day, Vanessa had no clever reply.

Graham took his wedding band from his pocket. He had not put it on yet.

Then he turned toward the officiant and said, “There will be no ceremony.”

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