Vivian saw the final number and scoffed.
“You cannot put a price on family.”
Harper looked at her through the open doorway.
“You did.
It was $2,500, three days after my wedding.”
Riley’s face flushed.
“You keep saying wedding like we committed a crime.
We had already planned the engagement weekend.
The hotel was nonrefundable.”
“You told me you would be at my ceremony.”
“Plans changed.”
“You posted that you were with the people who truly mattered.”
Riley crossed her arms.
“It was a caption.”
Harper reached for another page and placed the screenshot on top of the folder.
In the photograph, Vivian, Riley, their aunt, and three cousins raised champagne glasses in a hotel suite.
They were dressed for celebration.
The time stamp showed that the post had gone live nineteen minutes before Harper walked down the aisle.
Ms.
Alvarez studied it, then looked toward Vivian.
“You were attending another family event during your daughter’s wedding?”
