The guests applauded.
“When I decided to
arrange this celebration for our wonderful parents, I knew it had to be extraordinary.”
More applause.
She went on to describe the beautiful room she’d supposedly selected.
The flowers she’d allegedly chosen.
The decorations she’d personally arranged.
Every detail she mentioned was something I had researched, purchased, or organized.
At one point, she claimed she’d selected the restaurant because it reminded her of the place where Dad proposed to Mom.
That wasn’t even true.
Dad had proposed at a casual restaurant near Route 35.
I’d selected Alderwood because of the lovely story Daniel had told me about the couple celebrating fifty years of marriage.
But Camille continued speaking confidently.
When she finally raised her glass, everyone joined her.
“To Mom and Dad! Forty wonderful years!”
The room erupted in applause.
I was standing near the entrance holding a tray of extra napkins.
