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

Charles ignored her. He was staring at me, his mind clearly racing, trying to figure out how this was possible. I continued.

“The photographer and videographer. The string quartet during the ceremony. The jazz band for the reception.

The custom invitations with gold leaf detailing. The designer wedding cake with edible flowers…”

I paused. “The five-star honeymoon suite in Bali.

Two weeks. First-class flights, private tours, all expenses included.”

I looked directly at Rebecca. “Eighty-three thousand dollars.

Already booked. Already paid.”