Valeria took her place between Sarah and Isabelle and stared down at her plate. She didn’t know how to feel about what Tom had done, but she knew exactly how her mom felt about it. “You should call the wedding off,” she told Isabelle, speaking behind Valeria’s back. “This is just over the top. It’s open defiance. It’s rude. It’s downright cruel is what it is.”
Isabelle’s jaw was set tight, and she glared at her fiancé across the restaurant as he escorted Jo into the room. She gave a stiff shrug, though. “He feels strongly about having his sister here. It’s important to him. I can’t imagine it’s much fun for her.” She smirked then. “She knows he’s the only one who wants her here.”
This would be a perfect opportunity. Valeria could speak up and confess, right here and now. She had so many
