“What is that paper in your hand, Brittany?

Is something wrong?” he asked, leaning in closer.

“Nothing at all,” Brittany replied in a voice that was far too high pitched and frantic.

“It is absolutely nothing important!”

“It is an itemized invoice for the wedding cake,” I spoke up loudly and pleasantly.

“I reimbursed Grandma myself earlier today, since Brittany flatly refused to pay her a single cent this morning.” Brittany’s head snapped toward me with pure fury in her eyes.

“Why on earth would you put something like that inside our wedding gift?” “I needed to know if you would actually do the right thing and make it right once confronted,” I answered smoothly.