Chapter 8 - The Rehearsal Dinner Begins With Unspoken Tension Everywhere
The Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel was bathed in warm amber light, overflowing with hundreds of elite guests.
Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead as violinists played soft classical arrangements in the corner of the opulent hall.
Nathaniel walked through the double doors wearing a tailored tuxedo, his expression carved from gray granite.
Vanessa stood near the head table wearing an emerald silk designer gown, looking breathtaking and completely composed.
Her father, industrialist Arthur Sterling, approached Nathaniel with a wide, arrogant smile and an extended hand.
“My boy, the rehearsal dinner is packed; the society pages are calling this wedding of the decade,” Arthur boomed proudly.
Nathaniel ignored Arthur’s outstretched hand, sliding his fingers into his trouser pockets instead.
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Arthur’s smile faltered slightly as he noticed the unnatural chill radiating from his future son-in-law.
“There won't be any wedding tomorrow, Arthur, and your daughter’s federal indictments are already on the DA’s desk,” Nathaniel stated loudly.
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