Chapter 3 - The Phone Crisis
I hung up and handed my phone to Marcus, who put it on silent. But the wave had already started.
Within twenty minutes, the digital peace of Savannah’s Napa rehearsal dinner was completely obliterated.
It began when cousin Tim posted a live video on Instagram titled: The REAL family reunion at Oak & Vine Estate! Thank you Lila for hosting us in paradise! #Sonoma #LuxuryVineyard #FamilyFirst.
The video went viral within our family network. It showed Great-Aunt Clara drinking sparkling wine, Grandma Eleanor smiling broadly as she toasted the camera, and the breathtaking sunset casting a golden glow over my four-million-dollar estate.
In Napa, sitting at her hyper-curated, sixty-guest rehearsal dinner filled with corporate acquaintances and Instagram influencers, Savannah pulled out her phone.
So did my mother. So did Aunt Linda. So did Savannah’s bridesmaids.
Suddenly, the carefully constructed illusion of Savannah’s "perfect family" shattered. The guests at Savannah’s rehearsal dinner started whispering, showing each other the videos of my estate.
“Wait, isn't that Eleanor? Why isn't the grandmother at the rehearsal?”
“Is that Lila’s vineyard? I thought she worked a small office job!”
“Look at that venue... it looks ten times nicer than this country club!”
My mother called seven times in ten minutes. Then Savannah tried to call. Then Savannah’s fiancé, Derek, texted me: Lila, please answer. Savannah is crying in the bathroom. Your mom is threatening to leave the dinner to get Eleanor.
I didn't answer a single text.
Around 7:30 PM, as our private chef served a incredible raspberry sorbet dessert, a dusty rental SUV came tearing up my estate’s gravel driveway, screeching to a halt outside the stone barn.
The door flew open, and my mother slammed it shut, her face bright red with fury. Behind her stepped Aunt Linda, looking equally frantic.
My mother marched across the lawn, her high heels sinking into the manicured grass, her eyes fixed on me as I sat peacefully beside Grandma Eleanor.
"Lila!" my mother roared, ignoring the thirty guests who suddenly went quiet. "How dare you! How dare you sabotage your sister's wedding weekend?!"
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Grandma Eleanor set her wine glass down with a firm, sharp clink.
"Control your voice, Marianne," Grandma said, her voice dropping with absolute, terrifying authority. "You are standing on Lila’s property. Show some respect, or you can leave."
