Larkhaven?”

“I will be.”

Inside the car I opened the small compartment in my bouquet where I had hidden a phone, recording since the ceremony began.

It had caught all of it — the demand, the document, Astrid’s satisfaction, the best man’s quiet admission that the papers had been prepared days in advance.

I sent the file to my attorney, Cleo Vandergelt.

And then I called the one person Konstantin believed was merely a distant relation, an old family connection who had helped a foster girl get an entry-level job.