Camille placed every document into a dark blue folder.
Everett watched from the other side of their home office.
“You do not have to prove anything to those people.”
“I know.”
“Then why go?”
Camille closed the folder.
“Because Gavin invited me as a warning. He wants every person in that room to believe I lost and he won.”
Everett walked around the desk and gently took her hand.
“And what do you want them to believe?”
“I want them to know the truth.”
The Entrance That Silenced the Room
The wedding took place at a historic lakeside hotel outside Milwaukee. The ballroom overlooked Lake Michigan and was decorated with white roses, glass candles, and long flowing curtains that shifted gently whenever the terrace doors opened.
More than two hundred guests had been invited.
Executives, longtime family friends, local politicians, and society reporters filled the ballroom.
Camille arrived shortly before the ceremony.
