A flash of triumph crossed Irvin's face before it was quickly replaced by a look of difficulty.
"The thing is, honey... you know my parents don't have any savings. So I was wondering—could your parents maybe help us out with fifty thousand dollars?"
"Fifty thousand?" My head snapped up. "Irvin, have you lost your mind? Fifty thousand for a one-month celebration?"
Irvin's brow furrowed with irritation. "This is the first grandson of the Cobb family! Are we supposed to make it look cheap?"
"My parents' money is money they worked hard for! It's not there to fund your ego or fill the bottomless pit that is your family!"
I fought to keep my anger in check, my voice turning to ice.
"I agreed to the party. But the money? Figure it out yourself. I'm not asking them."
Irvin's face twisted with barely contained rage. He glared at me for a long moment before finally grinding out through clenched teeth:
"Fine! Greta, you're heartless!"
Irvin went ahead and booked the best hotel in the city for Baby's celebration without consulting me.
The day I walked past, he and Brooklyn were at the table, counting through the invitation list together.
I glanced over—and realized my parents' names were nowhere on it.