“Because your father just arrived at a notary office with a girl claiming to be you.”
I felt the ballroom disappear. The music kept playing. The waiters passed by with trays of hors d’oeuvres. Lily laughed beneath a cloud of gold balloons.
My dad raised his glass as if he were the proudest man in the world. And meanwhile, someone was trying to steal my mom’s house using my own face.
“Where?” I asked. “A notary in Downtown L.A. I’m on my way there now. Don’t go into the ballroom, Diane. We need to catch them in the act.” I looked at the envelope in my hands. “No. First, they’re going to see me.” I hung up.
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