document. Her perfectly maintained features shifted from confusion to something harder as comprehension dawned.
“The house is in Sophia’s name,” she said slowly, “but you told us it was your inheritance, Amber.”
All eyes turned to my daughter, who seemed to shrink in her chair.
“I never exactly said that,” she mumbled. “I just didn’t correct certain assumptions.”
“Assumptions you deliberately encouraged,” I said.
“Just as you encouraged the assumption that you and Blake were financing the wedding.”
Victoria’s head snapped up.
“What does that mean? Blake told us you
