importantly, my bridesmaid Hannah had spotted Vanessa inspecting the gown with scissors shortly before my arrival.
Catherine had already spoken to the wedding coordinator.
“There’s something else,” she said.
She faced Vanessa.
“Your sister didn’t just damage the dress.”
Vanessa’s expression shifted.
Catherine passed me her phone.
Displayed on it was a message Vanessa had accidentally posted in our shared wedding-planning group.
She’d meant to send it to Mother.
“Once Emily starts crying, tell everyone she had a breakdown. James’s family will finally see how unstable she is.”
My stomach
