I walked back upstairs slowly, the scissors hidden under my shawl. When I entered the room, all eyes turned to me. Lily was still sobbing, and her bridesmaids gathered around her. Margaret sat rigidly on the chair, her hands folded neatly, her face cold.
I cleared my throat. “I found these in the garage.” I held up the scissors. Gasps rippled through the room. “Whoever did this used them.”
Silence fell. No one moved. I let my gaze travel around the room until it landed squarely on Margaret. Her face was a mask, but her eyes flickered just for a moment, betraying something sharp and bitter.
“Why?” I asked quietly. “Why would anyone want to ruin Lily’s day?”
Margaret stood abruptly. “This is ridiculous,” she snapped. “Anyone could have used those scissors.”
