That was enough.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just a quiet click in my mind.
I took out my phone and called Marisol, the venue manager. Vivian lunged toward me, but Mark stepped in front of her without touching her.
Marisol answered on the second ring. “Claire, everything okay?”
“Not exactly,” I said. “Please pause all services connected to the Beaumont wedding until I arrive at the office.”
Vivian shrieked, “You can’t do that!”
Marisol’s voice turned firm. “Claire is the contracting party. We follow her authorization.”
The bridesmaids started whispering.
Daniel grabbed Vivian’s arm. “You told me your parents paid.”
