voice wavered between anger and fear as she stared at the array of documents.
“Please sit down,” I said, gesturing to a chair.
For once, Amber complied without argument—perhaps too stunned by the cancellation bombshell to resist.
I selected the first folder labeled Wedding and opened it.
“This contains every contract, deposit slip, and payment confirmation for the wedding that won’t be happening today.” I tapped the summary page. “Total expenditure: $78,452.36. All paid from my accounts.”
Amber’s eyes widened.
“But… Blake’s parents contributed—”
“Nothing,” I finished for
