I didn’t bother pretending. “Your son started the mess,” I reminded her. “I’m only finishing it.”
Her nostrils flared, “And you chose today, your father’s funeral to do this?”
I shrugged. “With the number of paparazzi outside those gates, I’m honestly curious to see how you both plan to leave.”
Caleb’s head snapped toward me, his jaw tight.
“Did you reveal the venue to them too?” he hissed.
Before I could answer, Bella tilted her head, her smirk widening as she stepped in.
“Since neither of you thought it necessary to inform Alex about Mr. Jones’s death or the venue of his funeral, we figured we might as well be generous and share the news with everyone else.” Her taunting tone made Joyce turn red with anger. “Don’t you love being the center of attention, Caleb? Isn’t trending on soc
