echoed. Cynthia jumped to her feet.
“This is nonsense,” she snapped. “She is nervous and inventing drama.”
I raised my hand.
“I am not finished.”
I reached into my bouquet and pulled out my phone. I pressed play.
Dylan voice filled the ballroom.
“I do not care about her feelings. Once the vows are done, her assets become shared. That is all that matters.continue reading …