Chapter 3 - FORTY GUESTS
The doorbell kept ringing.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Luxury cars filled the driveway.
Women in pastel dresses stepped out carrying expensive handbags.
Men in tailored suits laughed beside imported vehicles.
They had come expecting champagne.
Instead, they found confusion.
The caterer's van drove away.
The florist refused to unload.
The bartender packed his equipment back into his truck.
A valet stood beside the curb looking completely bewildered.
Vanessa was unraveling.
"Call them back!"
She shouted at Daniel.
"Call everyone back!"
Daniel grabbed his phone.
"No one is answering."
"Then try harder!"
He looked at me.
"This is insane."
I almost laughed.
"You're right."
He stepped forward.
"Mom, listen to me."
I raised my hand.
"You should have listened to me before you forged my signature."
His face changed.
Vanessa froze.
"What?"
Daniel stared at me.
"What are you talking about?"
"The refinancing application."
Silence.
Vanessa looked at him.
He looked at her.
And that was all the confirmation I needed.
"You printed it yesterday afternoon," I said.
Daniel swallowed.
"Mom, that's not what it looks like."
"It looks exactly like what it is."
Vanessa stepped between us.
"You have no proof."
I reached into my folder.
"I spent twenty-seven years proving things."
I handed the first page to her.
She looked at it.
Then at Daniel.
Her eyes widened.
"Daniel."
He said nothing.
The front door opened suddenly.
Two guests stepped inside without realizing anything was wrong.
"Vanessa!"
A woman in a lavender dress smiled.
Then stopped.
She looked around.
No champagne.
No music.
No servers.
No food.
"Is everything okay?"
Vanessa forced a smile.
"Of course."
I watched her perform.
She had always been good at appearances.
But appearances only worked when no one looked behind the curtain.
The woman glanced at me.
"Who is this?"
Vanessa opened her mouth.
Before she could answer, I said, "I'm the homeowner."
The woman's smile vanished.
Vanessa's face turned white.
Another guest entered.
Then another.
Soon the foyer was crowded.
Everyone whispered.
"What's happening?"
"Where's dinner?"
"Why is the staff leaving?"
"Who owns the house?"
Vanessa tried to keep control.
"This is just a misunderstanding."
I walked into the center of the foyer.
"No."
My voice carried.
"It isn't."
Every conversation stopped.
"This home belongs to me."
Someone gasped.
I continued.
"My son and daughter-in-law were allowed to reside here temporarily."
Daniel looked down.
"That arrangement has ended."
One man cleared his throat.
"You're saying they're being evicted?"
"Yes."
Vanessa's eyes filled with fury.
"This is a family matter!"
I looked directly at her.
"Then you should have treated me like family."
No one spoke.
I could hear the clock ticking in the hallway.
Then my attorney stepped forward.
He handed Daniel the official notice.
"Thirty minutes."
Daniel stared at him.
"Thirty minutes for what?"
"To collect personal necessities and leave."
Vanessa screamed.
"You can't!"
My attorney's voice remained calm.
"You were notified."
She turned toward me.
"You old woman."
A hush fell over the room.
I looked at her.
The insult did not hurt.
It clarified everything.
"Yes," I said.
"I am old."
I took another step.
"And old women who spent twenty-seven years learning the law tend to remember what young people forget."
She stared at me.
"What?"
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"Who owns the house."
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