“At my son’s wedding, you pointed at me in front o…

The Fairmont ballroom rental, four hundred eighty-seven thousand dollars, paid in full three months ago.”

Another wave of gasps. “The catering for 650 guests. Premium menu, open bar, specialty cocktails.

Seventy-two thousand dollars. Paid. “The flowers you see everywhere.

Imported orchids, white roses, custom arrangements. Thirty-eight thousand dollars. Paid.”

People were pulling out their phones now, searching frantically.

The whispers intensified. Rebecca’s face had gone pale. She grabbed her father’s arm, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Dad… is this true?”