Chapter 8 - Wedding Guests Grow Restless Downstairs In The Foyer
Downstairs in the grand foyer, the atmosphere among the elite wedding guests had turned tense and uncomfortable. Rich socialites whispered behind champagne flutes, speculating about the furious argument echoing from upstairs.
Natalie stood near the grand staircase, reapplying her lipstick with a trembling hand to mask her mounting panic. She knew Ethan had found the bathroom door broken, but she didn't know what he had found inside.
If Ethan had discovered the hidden compartment in the music box, her entire mission was in absolute jeopardy. Dr. Adrian Vale would never forgive her if she failed to recover Clara’s final investigative notes.
“Where is the groom? When is the ceremony actually going to start?” an impatient board member complained loudly. Natalie forced a bright, artificial smile, stepping forward to address the murmuring crowd.
“Everything is under control, darling friends; Ethan just had a brief family emergency to handle,” Natalie lied smoothly. Just then, the heavy oak doors of the private study upstairs clicked open with a loud thud.
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Ethan walked out onto the second-floor balcony, looking down at the gathered wedding guests with cold detachment. His tall frame commanded absolute silence across the vast foyer as the ambient music died down completely.
Natalie looked up at him, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the chilling expression on his face. Ethan placed his hand inside his jacket pocket, resting his fingers against Clara’s hidden letter.
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