at my cotton dress, then at my car.
“You know this place is five hundred a night minimum, right?”
“I’m aware.”
Brittany lifted her sunglasses.
“Before resort fees.”
“I know.”
“And activities,” Derek added. “Dad planned a lot. Golf tournament, wine tasting, yacht cruise. This isn’t exactly a budget weekend.”
I pulled my suitcase handle up.
“It’s Grandma and Grandpa’s anniversary.”
“That doesn’t answer how you’re paying for it.”
I looked at him.
“With money.”
Brittany gave a small laugh under her breath.
The kind people pretend you were not
