A pause.
“Cancel — sir, the engagement announcement?
The conservatory’s full, your mother’s already—”
“Cancel it.
All of it.
Send everyone home.”
“Mr.
Ravensworth, your mother is downstairs welcoming the Wexleys personally.
Arthur Wexley flew in from London.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to—”
“I don’t care,” I said, and I was a little surprised by how completely I meant it.
“Tell them there’s a family emergency.
Tell them whatever you want.
There’s no announcement tonight.”