Corinne came to Table Twelve during the toasts.
She crouched beside my chair — in that dress, on that floor — which I understood, immediately, was the most expensive thing she had ever done for me.
“Danielle.
There’s clearly been a misunderstanding about the — arrangement — with the venue.”
“There’s no misunderstanding.
The Thomasina Fund owns Ivywood House.
Has for three years.
You’ve been renting from us since last March.”
“Garrett never — “
“Garrett knew, Corinne.
He was there the night I bought it.”
Her face did something complicated.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
And that is the question I have thought about the most, so I gave her the true answer.
“Because you’d have been nice to me,” I said.
“And I wanted to know what you were like when you thought I was nobody.
I found out tonight.
It took two years and it was worth it.”
