Chapter 4 - The Unraveling of the Mask
The day of the wedding arrived,
a Saturday that was as beautiful and golden as any Charleston day could be.
I spent the morning at a small café near the battery,
reading a book and watching the tourists.
I didn't look at my phone.
I didn't check social media.
I knew the ceremony was taking place at the St. Philip's Church,
a place of history and prestige.
I knew that Delaney would be wearing the $5,000 gown I had paid for six months ago.
I knew she would be walking down the aisle,
perhaps alone,
or perhaps on the arm of Graham's father,
General Graham.
But as the afternoon turned into evening,
the cracks in Delaney's mirage began to show.
I received a call from an unknown number.
It was the travel agent in Greece,
a man named Andreas.
"Mrs. Whitmore?"
he asked,
sounding stressed.
"I am sorry to bother you,
but the young lady,
your daughter...
she is here at the airport in Athens with her husband.
She says there has been a mistake with the payment."
I took a slow sip of my tea.
"There is no mistake,
Andreas.
I told her the transfer was cancelled."
"But she told the hotel that you had sent it!
They are at the front desk in Santorini now,
and the hotel is refusing to check them in without the full balance.
It is very embarrassing,
madam.
The husband's family...
they are very upset."
I could imagine the scene.
Graham,
the golden boy,
standing at a five-star resort,
finding out his 'wealthy' bride's mother hadn't paid the bill.
Beatrice Graham,
realizing that the girl she had embraced wasn't the heiress she had imagined,
but a girl whose mother was a property manager who had finally closed the vault.
Delaney's lie had been that I was her 'benefactor,'
a wealthy recluse who preferred to stay in the shadows.
By not paying,
I hadn't just taken away a vacation.
I had exposed the truth.
An hour later,
the texts started.
They weren't from Delaney.
They were from Graham.
'Mrs. Whitmore,
I don't know what kind of game you're playing,
but Delaney is in hysterics.
My parents are questioning everything she told them.
You're making her look like a liar.
Process the payment immediately or this marriage is off to a terrible start.'
I deleted the message.
Then I blocked his number.
Then I blocked Delaney's.
I walked down to the water and watched the tide come in.
My daughter had spent years trying to be someone else.
She had used my love as the engine to drive her toward a destination that required me to stay behind.
She thought the $28,000 was the most valuable thing I had to give her.
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She thought my money was my worth.
She was about to find out how wrong she was.
