Three Bags of Cashews and a Dishonest Sister In Law at the Wedding

her eyes widening as she picked up the slip of paper. “Three thousand dollars? Mom, did you find the money?”

“Beatrice gave it to us,” I said. “She said it was a gift for the florist.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Clara said, her shoulders dropping as she let out a long breath. “I was so worried we would have to cancel the centerpieces entirely.”