interrupted.
“Vanessa, you’ve made a serious mistake.”
Vanessa rolled her eyes.
“What are you going to do? Call the wedding police?”
“No,” Catherine replied. “I’ve already requested that the venue preserve its security recordings. And the dress designer is documenting the damage.”
Vanessa’s confidence faltered.
Catherine was more than a wealthy socialite.
Before retiring, she’d practiced civil litigation for twenty-seven years.
She knew how evidence worked, understood financial liability, and could distinguish deliberate destruction from an accident.
I studied the replacement gown.
Then looked at those who’d tried to sabotage
