CHAPTER 2 — THE STAIRCASE
We walked downstairs in silence.
160 guests waited.
Music was playing.
Champagne was poured.
Nobody knew the storm walking toward them.
Joan leaned toward me as we descended.
“You think he’s going to choose you over us?”
Madison whispered behind her.
“She’s always been dramatic.”
But when we reached the ballroom doors—
everything stopped.
My father stepped forward.
And held up the envelope.
“Before this wedding continues,” he said,
“everyone deserves the truth.”
A murmur ran through the room.
Then he opened it.
Inside were documents.
Bank records.
Emails.
May you like
Photos.
Joan’s smile disappeared completely.
