PART 2 — THE NAME ON THE BILL
And in small print at the top was something Courtney clearly hadn’t bothered to notice.
RESERVATION HOLDER: COURTNEY MARSH.
I read it twice.
Then I looked up at my sister.
She was sitting across from me with one elbow on the table, wearing a cream-colored dress that probably cost more than my monthly grocery budget.
“Five thousand three hundred dollars,” I said.
Courtney smiled.
“You can read. Congratulations.”
Preston chuckled beside her.
Mom covered her mouth, but not before I saw her smile.
Dad didn’t.
He was still staring at me like someone had dropped him into the middle of a play without giving him the script.
“Rosie,” he said slowly, “what is going on?”
Courtney answered before I could.
“Nothing, Dad. Rosemary offered to cover dinner.”
I looked at her.
“Did I?”
Her smile tightened.
