Prescott to the country club’s event coordinator that Amber had accidentally forwarded to me months ago.
“Your future mother-in-law specifically mentioned how kind Blake was to subsidize such an extravagant affair when the bride’s family clearly couldn’t manage it.”
Amber’s eyes skittered away from mine.
“Victoria is just… she says things sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“And you never corrected her.”
It wasn’t a question.
“You allowed Blake’s family to believe I was some struggling, unsophisticated burden you were tolerating out of obligation.”
“Mom, you’re overreacting.” Amber’s voice rose, desperate. “
