“And there’s someone else who deserves to know the truth as much as I do.”
Imani almost smiled.
“Then we do it in the light,” she said, and reached for a legal pad.
Chapter 9 — An Unforgettable Evening
The timing arranged itself, as if the universe had a sense of occasion.
Maeve’s sixty-fifth birthday gala was in seven days — an enormous affair, fifty and more of the most influential people in Greenwich expected: executives, country club board members, the whole extended family.
It was precisely the audience Maeve lived for, the community whose good opinion was, Odette had come to understand, the only thing the woman had ever truly loved.
And Maeve, with the particular blindness of people who cannot imagine being seen through, had asked Odette to handle one small task.
A sentimental family slideshow, to play on the big screen during the toast.
Something warm.