both embarrassment and a certain smug validation, as if Amber’s outburst confirmed everything they’d suspected about her upbringing.
“Amber, sweetheart,” I tried again, aware of the growing audience. “I only want what’s best for everyone tomorrow.”
“‘What’s best’?” She laughed, a brittle sound devoid of humor. “What’s best would be if you disappeared.”
Then she leaned in, and her voice sharpened like a blade.
“Seriously, Mom. If you really want to give me a wedding present, just disappear from my life. I’m sick of apologizing for you to Blake’s family.”
The room went silent. Even the waitstaff froze in place.
