For the first time, Walter himself had become more interesting than his mansion.
I did not tell him.
PART 2: THE SECRET ANNOUNCEMENT
Three days before the wedding, a courier delivered a cream envelope.
Inside was a simple brass key tied with a blue ribbon.
I immediately called Walter.
“What does it open?”
“You’ll find out.”
“The mansion?”
“No.”
“A safe?”
“Keep it with you.”
I carried the key in my purse during the rehearsal and tucked it beneath my bouquet during the ceremony.
Something about that small, ordinary key bothered me more than Walter’s missing fortune.
Halfway through our vows, Walter reached for the microphone.
The ballroom became silent.
“My bride does not know one very important detail about my fortune,” he announced.
My hands tightened around the bouquet.
Finally, I thought.
The mansion.
The trust fund.
Perhaps even a secret yacht.
Walter looked directly at me.
“Sally believes she is marrying my fortune. But the truth is, I do not own it.”
