Skip to content Twenty minutes later, two police officers entered the dining room.
By then, almost every guest had given up pretending they weren’t watching.
Clara immediately approached them.
“She’s trying to remove property I paid for.”
One officer looked toward the boutique coordinator.
“Ma’am?”
The woman handed him a folder.
While the officers reviewed the paperwork, Simon came over to me.
“Jen.”
“What is happening?”
He glanced toward his mother.
“The manager called the police because Mom refused to let the boutique take the dresses.”
“Because of the dresses?”
“Yes. But there’s something else.”
Before he could explain, one of the officers looked across the room.
“Is Jennifer here?”
Every head turned.
I stepped forward.
“That’s me.”
The officer gave me a reassuring expression.
“You’re not in any trouble.”
Clara started to speak.
He lifted one hand.
“Ma’am, please.”
Then he turned back to me.
“We were called regarding a dispute involving several garments from tonight’s event. The vendor has provided documentation showing that the disputed clothing still belongs to the boutique.”
I looked at Clara.