She looked at me.
“I’ve never wanted Nick.”
“I told Nick because I was tired of you using my name to insult his wife.”
Martha looked at Nick.
“And you brought her here to humiliate me?”
Nick lowered the microphone.
“I brought her because I was fed up. Jill kept asking me not to turn every dinner into a war, and I kept thinking I could manage you without forcing her to choose sides.”
“And you brought her here to humiliate me?”
He glanced at me.
“I was wrong.”
Martha pointed at me.
“There. That’s what she wanted. She’s finally turned you against your own mother.”
Nick moved, but I put my hand against his arm.
“I’ve got this.”
“I was wrong.”
Martha looked almost pleased.
“Go ahead, Jillian.”
For years, I’d answered her insults one by one.
Not tonight.
“You cut my hair because you couldn’t control who Nick married.”
Her mouth opened.
“Go ahead, Jillian.”
I kept going.
“You invented a competition with Lydia. You insulted my family. You lied about a ‘family tradition’ after putting scissors to me from behind. And you’ve made me look ridiculous on one of the most important days of my life.”
Caroline’s expression hardened.
