“Are you finished?” I asked.

Her smile sharpened.

“Not even close.” Two assistants rolled out a giant screen, and bank statements appeared behind her — payments from Ravenel Holdings to shell charities, my name digitally inserted beside several of the transfers.

Seraphina raised her glass.

“Tonight I’m announcing that my foundation has uncovered theft.

Theft by Imara Nwosu.” She looked at my husband.