Don’t start this now.
Do you really have to make yourself the center of attention today of all days?”
That sentence cut her deeper than the razor had.
Chapter 8 — Cancel the Transfer
Through the whole ceremony, none of the high-society guests knew what lay beneath the silver wig — that the mother of the groom sat in the front row with a cruel note in her clutch and her heart in pieces.
Then, during the cocktail hour, she overheard Portia murmuring to a cluster of guests.
“Poor Rosalind.
She’s really slipping, you know.
Emerson and I are going to have to look into care facilities for her right after the honeymoon.”
They weren’t only after her money.