“My father has spent four decades building a pristine reputation, built on his supposed loyalty to the United States Navy,” I projected, my voice echoing off the crystal chandeliers.

“Tonight, the centerpiece of this gala was supposed to be his announcement of a new veterans’ foundation in his name.

A noble foundation, heavily funded by your donations, by government tax grants, and by lucrative subcontracts theoretically tied to the rehabilitation of wounded service members.”

Down on the floor, Arthur’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter.

Celeste let out a shaky, hysterical laugh. “This is pathetic, Evelyn! Stop talking!”