“Oh, Suzanna!” she said sweetly. “I’m so sorry you missed it. Did something happen?”
I looked straight at her, anger and disbelief mixing in my chest.
“You were the one who called me, weren’t you? About my mother collapsing. How could you do something like that?”
Peggy’s smile only grew wider.
“Well,” she said lightly, “I suppose desperate times call for creative solutions. I simply couldn’t miss my granddaughter’s big day. I just added a little… creativity!”
But before I could respond, my daughter intervened.
“Mom, I don’t want to go to dinner with Peggy and dad,” she said firmly. “I want to go home and spend the evening with you instead. We can order pizza and watch the ceremony online together.”