Executives exchanged stunned looks.
Board members began whispering to one another.
And suddenly Grant looked less like a grieving husband…
and more like a man realizing his entire future was collapsing in real time.
Rebecca stood abruptly.
“This is insane,” she snapped, her voice trembling now. “You can’t punish people for falling in love.”
I looked directly at her.
“My father didn’t punish you for falling in love.”
My eyes slowly dropped to the dress.
“He punished you for mistaking greed for love.”
A few quiet gasps moved through the pews.
Rebecca’s cheeks burned crimson.
Grant finally stepped toward me, lowering his voice desperately.
“Charlotte, not here.”
I almost laughed.
Not here?
