“The wedding can wait,” she said.

“The truth can’t.”

Chapter 10 — Ambrose’s Trust

So Delphine confessed the whole of it, there on the lawn, in front of a hundred and eighty people and a dozen raised phones.

Years earlier, Grayson’s father — Ambrose Winslow, dead now four years — had quietly drafted a private trust, setting aside a large share of his personal estate and his company holdings for any grandchildren he might one day have.

Ambrose had been fond of me, genuinely fond, in a way his son never managed.