She knew she should be happy, but there was nothing inside.
Music boomed through the wall. The toastmaster shouted into the microphone, guests laughed, and someone clapped. Her father had probably already had more than his share of drinks. He loved celebrations, and today especially. But Nina felt only fatigue and a strange uneasiness.
She adjusted her veil and took a deep breath as the door quietly opened. The gray head of an old employee appeared in the doorway. His name was Michael. He’d worked for their family for many years.
“Girl, don’t drink from your glass,” he said quietly, without looking up. “Your fiancé put something in it. White powder. I saw it from the back room.”
He said it quickly, as if afraid he’d change his mind, and immediately closed the door.
But how could this be?
Greg seemed so reliable. He’d appeared in her life after her first husband died two years ago. Then, everything had happened suddenly. A car accident. They said the brakes had failed.
That’s when Greg showed up. Her father’s friend. Confident, calm, businesslike. He helped with the funeral, handled the paperwork, drove her father to the doctors when he started having heart problems.
Her father was happy. He saw Greg as a reliable man and a future partner. He’d already mentioned business and the position.
But now the janitor’s words wouldn’t leave his head.
