“Put it on the bride’s card,” I said.
Vivian’s head snapped toward me.
Daniel stopped pacing.
My mother whispered, “Claire…”
I smiled lightly. “What? It’s her wedding.”
Vivian swallowed. “My card limit is—”
“Maxed?” I finished. “Yes, I know.”
Daniel pointed at me. “You had no right digging into our finances.”
“You charged my card,” I said. “You gave me every right to protect myself.”
Then I turned my phone toward Marisol. “These messages show attempted unauthorized billing, attempted contract reassignment, and planned fraudulent charges. I want written confirmation that no further payments under my name will be processed.”
