“He’s lying to you. I knew it from the start, though I didn’t want to believe it.”
“I don’t understand.” I shake my head, baffled.
Mom glances around as if looking for him before she continues, “I know when your father isn’t telling the truth. He didn’t buy that piece for you. I never thought he did.”
“I’m so confused.” My chest aches. I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment. If Daddy didn’t buy it then…
“It was the Lancaster boy, Wren. It had to have been him.”
FIFTY
WREN
“No.” I slide out of the booth and stand, searching the diner for my father, remembering that he’s outside. “No, no, no. He wouldn’t lie to me.”
“Darling. Sit down.” Her voice is firm, her gaze pleading. “We need to talk this through before he comes back.”
I plop on the edge of the booth seat, gripping the table in front of me with achingly cold fingers. I’m numb. Humiliated.
Infuriated.
“Your father has been too busy to go in search of it. And he’s not going to spend that kind of money on a piece right now, no matter how badly you want it. That piece came from Crew Lancaster. And it makes all the sense in the world, don’t you see? He’s been sending you Chanel lipsticks for a week. All leading up to the grand finale. A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime, indeed. The boy is a genius.”
Oh God. She’s right. I know she is. Why didn’t I see it? Because my father interfered and made his claim so quickly? Did I want to believe he would do that for me so badly that I forgot how it didn’t necessarily make sense? Am I that desperate for my father’s love and approval?
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I croak, swallowing down the nausea that threatens.
She scoots my water glass closer to me and I grab it, gulping down half of it in seconds.
“He knows how upset you are with him, and I’ve been upset with him too, with his treatment of you. His treatment of me. I ignored it for far too long and allowed him to spy on you and treat you like an incapable child rather than the smart young woman you’ve become, but no more. You have a good head on your shoulders. Your father doesn’t need to constantly monitor what you want to do. You can make your own decisions,” Mom says with a finality I’ve never heard before.
“You really think so?” My voice is small, my emotions chaotic.
She nods, reaching out to rest her hand over mine. “You believe your father can do no wrong, but he has his faults. We all do. He’s human, just like the rest of us. I didn’t want to cause a scene here, or in front of you, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. Allowing him to take credit for a gift he didn’t give you is—wrong. I don’t understand why he’s lying, but he is, Wren. And it’s all going to catch up to him.”
My chest hurts at his deceit. He had to know he would get caught. “Do you think he took credit for the gift to make me happy? So I wouldn’t be mad at him anymore?”
“That’s not a good enough reason, but perhaps? He has to know you would find out the truth quickly. Crew will mention it to you—he’ll want the credit he deserves. I’m surprised you haven’t heard from him yet, asking what you thought of your gift.”
I sag against the booth. “I left my phone in my bedroom. Daddy rushed me out of there.”
“I’m sure he did,” she retorts, shaking her head. “Ah, here he comes now. Pretend you don’t know. We can discuss this at home.”
I try to keep my expression neutral, but it’s hard for me to lie, especially when I’m face to face with the person I’m lying to.
My father slides back into the booth, a smile on his face like he’s never done a single wrong thing in his life.
How can he lie to me? I can’t take it.
I can’t.
“Are you okay, Wren?” he asks, frowning. “You seem upset.”
“When did you purchase it?”
“Purchase what?”
Oh, he’s playing dumb. He already looks guilty.
“The piece. A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime. When did you buy it? How did you find it?” I cross my arms in front of my chest, waiting.
“I bought it…recently.”
“From who?”
“The previous owner.”
Duh. “And where do they live? How did you find it?”
He chuckles, though he sounds nervous. “Well, we do have connections in the art world, your mother and me.”