“I understood every word,” I said.

Sydney’s gaze hardened. “What are you going to do?” It was not an apology. It was a tactical question.

I slipped the phone into my coat pocket. “I’m going to finish delivering the wedding gifts.”

Mom moved closer. “What does that mean?”

I looked at Jason. “Be at the venue on time.”

His face shifted between confusion and hope. “You’re still going through with it?”