Eleanor’s hand shot up, waving the whole thing away.

“How much was it, Valeria?

For heaven’s sake.

I will write you a check for the room right now, and we can be done with this childishness.”

“It was never about the price, Eleanor,” I said, and I looked around the table at all of them.

“It is about the fact that your family made me sign a prenuptial agreement before the wedding, because you were terrified I was marrying Logan for your money.