“It’s only for the closest family,” my dad told me as eighty guests boarded my $1.2 million yacht for my brother’s engagement party, while he laughed and thanked me for the free venue. I didn’t argue or beg to be included. I waited until they cleared the harbor, then sent the captain six words—and minutes later, the yacht began turning back toward shore.

The documents showed three things.

I owned Second Wind.

Weston was prohibited from claiming ownership.

His permission could be revoked.

Nothing more was needed.

I considered telling Brooke privately before the party.

In the end, I decided against it.

Weston had already described me as jealous and manipulative. Anything I said could be turned into another family argument.

Documents were neutral.

They did not need to insult Weston.

They only needed to exist.

Celia agreed that she would not make any announcement. If Brooke or her family asked why the cruise had ended, Celia could provide the relevant documents.

Saturday afternoon arrived bright and warm.

Guests began appearing in linen jackets, summer dresses, and polished shoes that looked expensive and impractical on a dock.

I remained in my car.

Dad called while boarding was underway.

“I heard you’ve been asking about the party.”

“I’m not asking anymore.”

He seemed relieved.