Chapter 6 - The Hamptons Gathering
On Saturday morning, seven days after the attack, the sun shone brightly over a sprawling beachfront estate in East Hampton.
White roses decorated the marble pavilion, and a string quartet played softly for seventy ultra-wealthy guests.
Logan Vance stood near the altar wearing a custom Tom Ford tuxedo, flashing his signature tragic, heartbroken smile for the cameras.
He had released a public video two days prior, weeping bitterly about his "beloved Maya’s tragic accident" and asking for privacy.
The press was told that Logan was hosting a private charity gala to raise funds for burn victims in Maya's honor.
In reality, hidden inside the private estate house, Rachel Thorne was slipping into a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang wedding gown.
Ryan stood beside Logan near the altar, looking nervously at his watch every thirty seconds.
"Logan, the press is parked right outside the main gate," Ryan whispered anxiously.
"If someone leaks that this gala is actually a wedding ceremony, the backlash will destroy your record deal!"
"Nobody is leaking anything, Ryan," Logan smirked, adjusting his diamond cufflinks.
"Maya is currently lying in a heavy sedative haze at St. Jude's, monitored by private nurses I paid to keep her quiet."
"By the time she wakes up and realizes what happened, Rachel and I will be on a private jet to a non-extradition country."
The music shifted into a grand, classical processional march as the velvet doors of the estate house swung open.
Rachel Thorne stepped onto the white runner, glowing beneath her lace veil, holding a bouquet of rare orchids.
May you like
Logan smiled, stepping forward to take the hand of the woman who had helped him steal fifty million dollars.
He had no idea that a black heavily tinted Maybach SUV had just pulled through the estate’s main security gate.
