“She rented a little garden pavilion by the lake in Valle de Bravo for four hours,” Paola scoffed, waving a hand in the air.

“She probably spent her whole savings hiring a caterer for one afternoon.”

“She wants to play the rich heiress in front of us,” Doña Victoria said, smoothing her silk neck scarf with clipped little flicks.

“She wants us to think she survived without my family’s charity.”

Alejandro sat at the end of the table, staring down at an untouched plate of sliced fruit.

“Mother, Oscar said the court audit is set for the Tuesday after Easter.”