“I told her all the vendor contracts are void.

I told her that if she or George or Vanessa ever get in touch with me again, I’ll bring in the police.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and watched the RSVP card crumble into gray ash in the cold fireplace.

“Look, I called the bridal boutique too,” Ethan said.

“I talked to the clerk.

The one Vanessa talked into hiding you away in the back room.

I asked her exactly what happened.”