"But Tyler," Susan started arguing, fully awake now.
"But Tyler nothing. I'm not going to have the biggest night of my life without the woman I love at my side. So I don't care how you do it or what you do, but you make damned sure Marisa's there. Even if only to tell me to f**k off and get out of her life, she'd better be there or I won't be."
"But you can't do that," Susan argued. "You're contractually bound to-- "
"I know what the contract says. But I don't care. f**k the contract. Let 'em sue."
"What if I can't-- "
"Figure out a way, Susan. I'm serious. She'd better be in Manhattan by Saturday morning, and she'd better be at that party."
"But this is . . . well, it's blackmail."
"No, Susan," I said, my voice lowering. "This is the only way I can figure to tell the woman I love h
