Chapter 2: The Signature That Wasn’t Mine
The manager opened a black folder.
“Effective immediately, no further charges will be approved on Mrs.
Hart’s account.”
My son gripped the edge of the table.
His bride stepped forward.
“What are you talking about?
This is our wedding.”
“It is,” I said.
“But I paid for it.”
Her face tightened.
“Then you can’t ruin it just because of a joke.”
“A joke?” I touched the frosting still clinging to my hair.
“Was hiding my seat a joke too?
What about removing the mother-son dance?”
My son lowered his eyes.
The manager cleared his throat.
“There is another matter.”
He removed a document from the folder and placed it on the cake table.
His bride reached for it, but he covered it with his hand.
“This morning, someone requested an additional $38,000 in services,” he said.
“They claimed Mrs.
Hart had approved everything.”
“I approved nothing,” I replied.
The bride’s face went white.
My son whispered, “What services?”
The manager turned the document around.
At the bottom was a signature meant to look like mine.
But beside it was a handwritten note from the employee who had watched the bride sign it.
And that employee was standing in the ballroom doorway.
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The next moment exposed who had planned the humiliation—and why my son was so afraid.
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