Chapter 10 - The Wedding Rehearsal Dinner Brings Hidden Hostilities To Light
The exclusive country club ballroom sparkled under hundreds of crystal chandelier lights as elite guests mingled. Marcus Vance stood at the head table, clinking his champagne glass to capture everyone's attention.
“Welcome, friends and family, to the celebration of a lifetime!” Marcus announced with a booming, theatrical voice. Sabrina stood beside him in a stunning designer dress, glowing with artificial pride and social triumph.
Linda sat near the front, still looking pale and shaken from her disastrous morning trip to the bank. Suddenly, the heavy ballroom doors swung wide open, echoing loudly across the polished marble floor.
Arthur walked into the room wearing a simple, impeccably tailored black suit he had sewn for himself overnight. Heads turned instantly, and a chorus of whispers rippled through the wealthy crowd of socialites.
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Marcus slammed his champagne glass down onto the table, his face flushing with furious anger. “What is the village tailor doing in here? Security, throw this uninvited pauper out immediately!” Marcus bellowed.
Two burly security guards rushed forward, but Arthur raised his hand with absolute, unyielding authority. “Don't touch me, unless you want to explain to federal marshals why you’re guarding a crime scene,” Arthur stated loudly.
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