Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal

“Will there be anything else, Beatrice?” Avery asked, entering the dining room from the hallway.
“Only the silence,” I said.
I turned back to the table, my hand resting on the cold silver.
I adjusted the left candlestick once more, making sure it stood perfectly straight.
Mrs. Gable led them into the dining room, her palms smoothed flat against her black apron.
Michael came first, his shoulders slightly hunched as he guided Victoria by the elbow.
Behind them came Victoria’s brother, Thomas, a tall young man who wore his heavy wool coat over his shoulders like a cape before handing it to the maid.
Avery followed last, his leather briefcase held firmly in his right hand as he took his seat at the far end of the table.
The dining room smelled of beeswax and roast duck, a rich, heavy scent that seemed to hang in the high-ceilinged room.
“It is wonderful to have everyone under one roof,” Victoria said, her voice carrying that high, sweet pitch she reserved for public performance.
She sat to my right, her fingers immediately starting to rotate her engagement ring around her finger.