“Seth still thinks he’s coming to the bank tomorrow to pick up a venue cancellation refund,” I said.

“He has no idea Arthur Bennett will be sitting in that conference room waiting for him,” Paige said.

I slid the first full stack of documents into a thick yellow envelope and pushed the bendable metal clasp through the flap.

“He spent three years assuming I’d never double-check his numbers or read the fine print,” I said.

“He thought you’d be too scared of canceling the wedding to ask hard questions,” Paige said.

I adjusted my silver wristwatch, feeling the cool metal buckle settle against my wrist as I pulled the strap tight.