I noticed the wedding planner standing near the stage, gone completely pale, staring across the room at Chloe’s cousin, Amanda, who was clutching a silver evening bag tight against her ribs.

I also noticed the small red light blinking above the ballroom exit.

They had forgotten entirely that the venue was fitted with high-end cameras.

I slowly pulled my torn dress closed and took out my phone.

Chloe laughed.

“Calling the police on your own family?”