“We only finalized the paperwork yesterday morning, right?”

Patricia pulled her arm away and frowned at her daughter.

She picked up a linen napkin and dabbed at her completely dry lips.

“Well, either way,” Patricia said.

“I’m paying for the whole affair.

Every last flower arrangement.

It’s only proper for the bride’s family to host.”

She called the waiter over with two sharp snaps of her fingers.