“I’m sorry,” I said. “What?”
Margaret turned that elegant smile fully on me.
“Your credit is excellent, dear. Better than ours at the moment, thanks to Harold’s unfortunate exposure in that hedge position last year. Ethan’s liabilities are more complex because of the firm. But your business? Your business is strong. Your debt-to-income ratio is enviable. You were the logical signatory.”
My heartbeat became a loud, ugly thing.
“You put wedding contracts in my name?”
“Only the major ones. Venue, catering, music, a few ancillary items. It’s administrative. The bills come to you, we settle everything behind the scenes. It’s cleaner.”
“Cleaner?” My voice sounded far away. “Margaret, I never agreed to that.”
Brandon shifted in his chair. “It’s not like you’re actually paying for all of it.”
Ethan’s hand lifted off my knee.
“Mom,” he said slowly, “you cannot commit Coraline to a two-million-dollar wedding without asking her.”
