PART 2: THE REARRANGED VENUE
The morning sun broke over the coastal estate where the ceremony was scheduled to take place, painting the grand venue in shades of gold and pale rose.
While my family scrambled in a panic, sending frantic text messages and calling my phone incessantly, I remained entirely serene in my private bridal suite, accompanied only by my legal team and personal security.
Downstairs, the three hundred guests began to arrive, greeted not by the traditional ushers, but by senior staff members handing out revised event schedules and updated seating arrangements.
My father and Jason stood in the main foyer, trying desperately to regain control of the room, only to realize that every contract with the venue had been transferred exclusively under my corporate security firm’s name.
When my mother and Sydney tried to enter the primary staging area, two plainclothes security guards politely informed them that their front-row seats had been reassigned to the far back corner of the grand hall.
(A confrontation at the altar will leave everyone breathless! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
