Chapter 4: The Man Behind the Invitations
Marcus and I returned to the reception separately.
He went downstairs first, carrying the envelope. I remained in the bridal suite for another ten minutes, staring at the handwritten words until they stopped looking like letters and started looking like words that made my blood run cold.
Claire must not learn about the debt.
I read them again.
May you like
Then I recognized the handwriting.
My father's.