Derek smiled lazily.
“Make it quick.”
I kept the microphone steady.
“My husband thinks what happened with the cake was funny.”
The ballroom quieted.
Derek’s smile tightened.
“Claire.”
“I’d like everyone to hear what happened afterward.”
Lena connected her phone to the sound system.
Derek stood.
“What are you doing?”
His recorded voice echoed through the ballroom.
Smile, Claire. Don’t embarrass me.
Then:
Good girl.
Then the hallway recording.
If she thinks she can ruin today, remind her whose house she’s coming home to tonight.
No one laughed.
