“There was never a single dollar here for you to take, Miss Caldwell. You schemed against two orphaned children for a fortune that was never, for one instant, within your reach.”
Margaret set the folder down on the nearest table, unopened, like a period at the end of a sentence.
“Daniel asked me here tonight as a witness,” she said. “But I came as Laura Hartley’s friend. And I can tell you she saw you coming two years before you ever arrived.”
The silence broke into a rising murmur of disgust.
Somewhere in the back, a woman said, clearly, “You poor babies,” and I knew she meant my sisters.
I looked at Jenna, and I said the only words I had left for her.
“Don’t you dare cry,” I told her quietly. “The door’s that way.”
PART 5 — FINAL
Jenna’s family removed her from the ballroom before the rest of the guests had even found their voices.
