Her voice sharpened. “Tell me.”
I gave her the details.
“Do not confront anyone,” she said. “Keep them there. I’ll check the filings.”
I hung up and forced myself to breathe.
Then Celeste approached, diamonds flashing at her throat. “Richard, you look pale. Weddings can be emotional at your age.”
Vanessa joined her, still smiling. “Dad, everything okay?”
She had never called me Dad before.
“I’m fine,” I said.
Celeste patted my arm. “Good. Because tonight is about family becoming one.”
Her eyes drifted toward the ballroom doors, where two men in gray suits stood watching me.
Not security.