Chapter 6 - The Groom Confronts The Freezing Patriarch With Fury

The heavy footsteps of the groom echoed across the marble floor like the striking of a grandfather clock in an empty room.
He approached the father with slow, deliberate strides, his burgundy jacket trailing behind him like the banner of an executioner.
The guests instinctively parted, creating a wide, silent corridor of fear between the two men standing beneath the chandeliers.
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“Where did you think you were going so fast, William?” the groom asked, his voice dangerously quiet and low.
The father’s eyes darted frantically around the room, finding no escape routes left open in the opulent American ballroom.
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