“I heard.”
Lucille’s voice was low. “Say the word.”
Piper whispered, “Not here. Please.”
Shannon just stared at Maya.
I took one step forward.
“Please tell me you heard that.”
Adele touched my arm.
“Not yet, Dad.”
“She’s lying about all of us.”
“I know.”
“Then why wait?”
Adele looked toward the white box near the gift table.
“Because this time, we’re not answering a lie with anger. We’re answering it with proof.”
Across the room, Maya laughed like she was winning.
“She’s lying about all of us.”
***
Before the planned speeches ended, Maya stood and reached for the microphone.
“If I may,” she said, smiling at Harry. “A mother should say a few words on her daughter’s wedding day.”
My chair scraped back.
Adele stood first.
Maya lifted the microphone. “Adele, my beautiful girl, from the day you were born, I dreamed of seeing you in white.”
Adele’s face stayed calm.
