Otherwise, the bag was empty.

“You’re walking into a trap,” Margaret said.

“I’m the one laying the trap,” I said.

“She forged that RSVP card for the express purpose of keeping you away from Belle Meade today,” Margaret said.

“She won’t think twice about making a huge scene when you show up uninvited.”

“I won’t fight back,” I said.

“I’ll just stand there and let her show who she really is while the app records.”

I picked up my car keys from the wooden desk.