“No scene, please. It’s Daniel’s day.”
“I know,” I said.
But I couldn’t promise her that there wouldn’t be a scene when I was already envisioning the perfect payback.
“I’ll take care of that.”
I’d already bought the couple an engraved silver picture frame.
While Grandma dressed, I made an itemized invoice from the receipts, including payment for her labor.
Across the top I wrote PAID.
Beneath it: Reimbursed in full by Grandma’s granddaughter, since the bride declined.
I slipped the invoice under the frame and retied the ribbon. Ashley would find it when she opened our gift, but that was only the first part of my plan.
That was only the first part of my plan.
The rest depended on one thing: what Ashley did when she realized I wasn’t going to let her get away with being cruel to Grandma.
***
The ceremony was held in a restored barn strung with lights.
