“It just feels risky if he figures out we did it on purpose,” Tyler said.

“It saves everybody some awkward conversations,” Gwen said, tapping her nails on the leather strap of her handbag.

“Did your dad sign off on the final guest list?” Tyler asked.

“He approved every name on the main table sheet,” Gwen said, pulling a long gold cardboard box out of her tote bag.

The box was tied with a bright yellow satin ribbon, and inside were three rows of gold-trimmed VIP name badges.

“My father says Saturday night has to go off without a hitch,” Gwen said, smoothing the ribbon across the lid.