“Could you go back for a second, honey?”

“It’s just dull catering contracts,” Vanessa said.

“That looked like a guest list to me,” Margaret said.

“I saw names on it.”

Vanessa locked her phone.

She tucked it into her designer purse and snapped the brass clasp closed.

“I don’t want to ruin the surprises,” Vanessa said.

“I want it all to be perfect for Ethan, right?”