Dad’s face turned gray.

Brittany pointed at him.

“Dad said it was fine! He said Claire would complain, but she’d pay in the end like she always does!”

“Shut up,” Dad snapped.

That sentence shattered the entire performance.

Guests started backing away.

Someone complained that their car was blocked.

The DJ demanded the rest of his payment.

The caterer announced that the seafood invoice alone was $8,640.

Margaret folded her arms.

Then another deputy arrived and began photographing license plates.

Brittany turned back toward me.

“You set us up!”

“I warned you not to go.”

“You gave us the address!”

“You already knew the address.”

She opened her mouth.

Then closed it.

Because she knew I was right.

Then Margaret asked something that changed the situation completely.

“Claire, did you authorize anyone to access your old homeowner portal after the sale?”

“No.”

“Did you give your sister your login information?”