Chapter 7 - The Planner's Confession
I refused to meet Caroline alone. Priya came with me to a diner two towns over, where the windows faced the parking lot and every booth looked tired. Caroline sat with an untouched cup of coffee, her wedding-business badge still clipped to her jacket.
“I didn't know Grace was going to be hurt,” she blurted.
Priya set down her notebook. “Start at the beginning.”
Caroline explained that Evelyn had asked her to create a “private signing moment” before the ceremony. Vincent would bring documents; Grace would sign. Caroline had shifted cameras and moved guests to the lawn so the area behind the arch would be clear.
“What documents?” I asked.
“An agreement saying Grace had handled foundation donations without authorization. Evelyn called it a necessary confession.”
Priya looked at me. “A coerced statement.”
“I refused when she told me to turn off the security feed,” Caroline said. “But I moved the camera. I thought it was a family dispute.”
Caroline's hands trembled each time a car slowed outside the diner. She explained that wedding planners learned to solve problems quietly: missing rings, feuding cousins, drunken speeches, cakes delivered to the wrong venue. She had treated Evelyn's demands like another problem to smooth over. Then she saw Grace bend in pain and realized that smoothing things over could turn a witness into an accomplice. Priya told her the truth mattered more than a perfect event.
“And the bottle?”
She shook her head. “The caterer uses bottles of flavored syrup for the bar. Vincent had one in his hand. I never saw him put anything in a drink.”
I made myself breathe. A blurry photograph wasn't proof of poisoning, and Grace's doctor hadn't suggested it. We would not invent crimes to make Mother's actual ones look worse.
Caroline leaned close. “After Grace fell, Evelyn told me to delete footage from the service entrance. I copied it instead.”
The video showed Nora Bell arriving at the wedding property through a side gate. She wore a gray coat and carried a canvas bag. Vincent met her near the storage barn. They argued, and he grabbed her bag. Then Nora climbed into the passenger seat of a dark SUV.
“Was she forced?” Priya asked.
“I couldn't tell.”
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The next frame showed the SUV's license plate. I recognized the vehicle. It belonged to Mother's driver, Calvin Reed.
And Calvin had reported that morning that his car had been stolen.
