Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
“But you have the authority to release it today,” he said. “One call to the bank manager.”
“I do not conduct business on Sundays,” I said.
Michael stood up, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor with a sharp, dry sound. He walked slowly toward the foyer, and I followed him.
“She is devastated, Mom,” he said, stopping near the front door. “She spent the entire morning crying because she thinks she has ruined her relationship with you before it even began.”
“Victoria is a resilient young woman,” I said. “I am sure she will recover.”
He looked at me, searching my face for any sign of softening. “You look different today. The hair.”
“Lucia is very talented,” I said, referring to my wigmaker.
“It looks very real,” he said, reaching for the brass doorknob.
“It is as real as anything else we have presented to the world this weekend,” I said.
He ran his hand through his hair again, his eyes darting to the floor. “I will call you tomorrow morning after the bank opens.”
“Do that,” I said.
