The Wedding Is Off, Who Pays the Bill?

Synopsis

"Here you are, Ms. Grant." The wedding coordinator scurried over, her smile tight and forced. "Mr. Goodman asked me to bring you to the backstage lounge. He says he's got some private business to hash out with you." I gave her a quick glance. "Now?" "Yes, right now." I nodded and followed her toward the back. The corridor to the dressing rooms was carpeted so thickly it muffled every footstep. The farther we walked, the more deafening the silence became. When we reached the bridal lounge at the very end, I heard voices inside before I even touched the doorknob. It was my future mother-in-law, Ruth Goodman, her voice low but icy. "With that pride of hers, we can't force her. Just get her to sign first. All the guests are already here—she won't dare make a scene." I lingered at the door, not entering. A moment later, Charles spoke up. "I know. I'll talk to her. Two hundred grand is more than generous. Someone from her background ought to know better than to ask for more." I let out a cold, quiet laugh and pushed the door open. Everyone inside whipped their heads around to look at me.