Chapter 5 - Evelyn Says No
Celeste arrived at seven.
She brought Harrison Vale.
That was her mistake.
Evelyn met them in the foyer.
Not the library.
Not privately.
Malcolm stood ten feet away.
Denise Carter stood beside Evelyn.
Celeste looked toward Malcolm.
“You brought lawyers into our engagement?”
Evelyn answered.
“I brought mine into my house.”
Celeste stiffened.
Harrison tried diplomacy.
“Evelyn, emotions are understandably high.”
She turned toward him.
“You drafted a petition to have me declared incapable.”
Harrison’s expression remained professional.
“I prepared a draft at the request of concerned family members.”
“You also asked me to resign as trustee.”
“As estate counsel, I have obligations—”
“You are not my personal counsel.”
He stopped.
Denise smiled faintly.
Evelyn continued.
“You represented Samuel’s estate. You advised the family trust. But after I retained Denise, you continued contacting me directly about my resignation.”
Harrison looked at Denise.
“We disagree about the scope of representation.”
“That disagreement can happen somewhere else,” Evelyn said.
Celeste frowned.
“What is this?”
Evelyn looked at her.
“You’re leaving.”
Silence.
Celeste laughed.
“Malcolm?”
He remained still.
She turned fully toward him.
“You’re allowing this?”
“My mother has the legal right to decide who stays in her home.”
“Our wedding is here in six weeks.”
Evelyn replied,
“Not anymore.”
Celeste stared.
Malcolm’s expression changed.
“Mom.”
“You can marry whoever you choose.”
She looked at him gently.
“But you will not marry her here.”
Celeste’s face burned.
“This is because of champagne?”
“No.”
Evelyn’s voice was quiet.
“It is because for months you have spoken to me as if getting older makes me stupid.”
“That is not fair.”
“You told staff to correct me when I said meetings were at times printed on invitations I received.”
“I didn’t print those invitations.”
“You told my driver I was not permitted to leave alone.”
Celeste froze.
Malcolm stepped forward.
“What?”
Evelyn looked at him.
“Last week.”
Malcolm’s voice became cold.
“You told her driver that?”
Celeste shook her head.
“I asked him to be cautious.”
Evelyn answered.
“You told him to call you if I asked to go anywhere not on the schedule.”
Malcolm stared.
Celeste turned toward him.
“She has been unpredictable.”
Denise said,
“Ms. Vaughn, I recommend you stop characterizing my client medically.”
Harrison intervened.
“This is spiraling.”
Evelyn looked at him.
“No.”
Then she surprised everyone.
“For the first time in months, it is becoming clear.”
Celeste’s eyes filled.
She looked at Malcolm.
“You know me.”
He took a long breath.
“I thought I did.”
That hurt her.
“Are you ending our engagement because your mother doesn’t like me?”
“No.”
He reached into his jacket.
Removed the ring box Celeste had left upstairs after changing earlier.
She stared at it.
Malcolm placed it on the foyer table.
“I’m pausing everything because there is a legal document questioning my mother’s competence, and the people behind it are the same people pushing a corporate transaction worth billions.”
Harrison stiffened.
“There is no connection.”
“Then an investigation will prove you right.”
Celeste whispered,
“You don’t trust me.”
“Tonight?”
Malcolm looked toward Evelyn.
“No.”
Celeste stepped closer.
“I gave three years to you.”
Malcolm’s expression broke slightly.
That part was real.
They had shared vacations.
Late nights.
Losses.
Plans.
He had loved her.
Maybe part of him still did.
But love did not turn questions into answers.
He stepped aside.
“Leon will arrange for your belongings to be sent wherever you choose.”
Celeste stared at him.
“You’re humiliating me.”
Evelyn flinched at the word.
Malcolm saw.
“So did my mother.”
Celeste turned toward Evelyn.
The rage returned.
“You think you won?”
Denise immediately stepped closer.
Evelyn raised one hand.
“I am not competing with you.”
That answer landed harder than an insult.
Celeste looked toward Harrison.
“Let’s go.”
They turned.
Then Nia entered through the side corridor.
Everyone stared.
She stopped.
“I’m sorry.”
Malcolm frowned.
“What are you doing here?”
Nia held up her phone.
“Bellmont fired me.”
Celeste smiled.
“I warned you.”
Nia looked at Malcolm.
“They said the client complained I threatened a guest.”
Malcolm’s expression darkened.
“You didn’t.”
“I know.”
Celeste walked toward the door.
Nia continued.
“And somebody sent them a video.”
Celeste stopped.
Malcolm looked at her.
“What video?”
Nia unlocked her phone.
A Bellmont supervisor had forwarded a copy.
The clip showed Nia stepping between Celeste and Evelyn.
But it began after Celeste’s humiliation.
No champagne spill.
No grabbing Evelyn.
Only Nia saying:
Don’t touch her.
Then Celeste:
You’re just a maid.
Then Nia’s response.
The video made Nia look confrontational if watched without context.
Malcolm frowned.
“Who recorded this?”
Nia shook her head.
“Bellmont said it came from a client email.”
Leon stepped forward.
“Not our security system.”
Malcolm looked toward the chandelier.
Guests had filmed portions.
But this angle was different.
Higher.
Stable.
Professional.
Celeste began walking again.
Malcolm said,
“Wait.”
She stopped.
He stared at the image.
The camera angle came from the second-floor balcony.
The same balcony reserved for the gala’s official media crew.
Malcolm looked at Leon.
“Who hired the event videographer?”
Leon answered.
“Ms. Vaughn’s office.”
Celeste went still.
Malcolm looked at her.
“You had edited footage sent to Nia’s employer?”
“No.”
“Then you won’t mind us requesting the full recording.”
For the first time that evening, Celeste looked frightened.
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