For three seconds, nobody moved.
Then Mom closed her eyes.
And suddenly, the entire scheme made sense.
Years earlier, when I traveled often for work, I had once given Dad access to the villa’s owner portal so he could upload a repair invoice for me.
He had saved the password.
Brittany needed something that looked like proof that she had permission to host the party.
So Dad logged into my old account.
Downloaded documents.
Found my electronic signature.
And gave it to her.
Brittany created the fake lease.
Then she used my personal information to hire the catering company, DJ, valet service, and rental vendors.
She told every business that I was the real client.
And that I would pay the final invoices once the event started.
Their plan was simple.
Put me in front of eighty-two guests.
Surround me with thousands of dollars worth of food and services.
