Michael reached for the microphone, but I stepped away before he could take it.
“Since we’re discussing family arrangements publicly,” I said, “we should probably discuss the agreement you signed too.”
His expression changed instantly.
Margaret stood so quickly her chair scraped against the ballroom floor.
“Caroline, this is inappropriate,” she snapped.
I looked directly at her.
“What’s inappropriate is planning to take possession of someone else’s home.”
The whispers around the ballroom grew louder.
Michael’s best man stared at him.
My aunt covered her mouth.
Even the DJ had stopped pretending not to listen.
Michael lowered his voice.
“Give me the microphone.”
“No.”
“Caroline, you’re drunk.”
I almost laughed.
I had taken three sips of champagne all evening.
Michael, meanwhile, had spent the reception accepting whiskey from every college friend who approached him.
“I’m perfectly sober,” I said.
Then I reached into the small ivory bridal bag beside the stage and removed the envelope I had placed there before the ceremony.
Margaret’s face went pale.
That reaction told me everything.
Michael noticed it too.
He turned toward her.
“Mom?”
Margaret said nothing.
I opened the envelope.
“Three weeks before our wedding, Michael signed a prenuptial agreement. It states clearly that my apartment remains my separate property. It also states that no relative from either family can establish residency there without the written permission of the legal owner.”
I looked at Michael.
“You signed it.”
His jaw tightened.
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