The delivery driver looked down at the gravel.
One of the wedding planners pressed a hand over her mouth.
Sienna’s voice did not rise.
That surprised her most.
She had imagined this moment for years as something loud, something hot and shaking.
Instead, it came out clear.
“You called it barren dirt,” she told her father. “You told me I could not ruin anything important here. So I built something important. Then I sold it before you could decide it belonged to you.”
Garrett stared at her phone.
“Who bought it?”
“The buyer who paid for it,” Sienna said.
“That is not an answer.”
“It is the only answer you are entitled to.”
Vivien’s control cracked first.
“You selfish little—”
Natalie stepped closer.
“Careful,” she said, and lifted her own phone.
