Make refusing to pay more embarrassing than giving in.
It probably would have worked before.
Except I had sold the villa.
And apparently nobody in my family had bothered to check.
The deputy separated Dad and Brittany to take statements.
Margaret ordered everyone away from the entrance to her property.
Cars blocking the road were moved or towed.
Within forty minutes, the glamorous villa party completely disappeared.
People who had arrived expecting champagne left carrying unopened beach bags.
The caterer didn’t serve a single oyster.
And I paid exactly zero dollars.
The financial disaster landed exactly where it belonged.
Brittany had signed the vendor contracts, even though she had falsely used my identity as the supposed client.
Once the vendors understood what had happened, they redirected their claims toward Brittany and my father.
The caterer kept the deposit Brittany had already paid.
The rental company charged cancellation and transportation fees.
