Chapter 2: Tears Under the Frosting
The camera of the wedding videographer hovers nearby, capturing the heartbreaking scene. The waitress stands crying and trembling, her hands shaking so violently she can barely function. She reaches up, using her apron to try and wipe the thick layer of chocolate from her cheek, but it only smears further.
Her shoulders heave as a soft sob escapes her lips. She isn't crying because of the ruined cake. She isn't even crying because of the public shame. She is crying because of a deep, agonizing heartbreak.
"I just… I just wanted to see my brother get married…" she softly sobs to herself, her voice cracking.
Her name is Chloe Sterling. She isn't a waitress. She is a world-renowned philanthropist, a graduate of Columbia University, and the younger sister of the groom. Wanting to surprise her brother, who had been deployed overseas for two years and had no idea she had returned to the US early, she had snuck into the catering team just to catch a glimpse of his happiest day before making her grand entrance.
She had never met Emma in person, only through cold phone calls. Now, she knows the terrifying truth about the woman her brother is about to marry.
Emma scoffs at Chloe's tears, turning to walk back to the altar. "Security, get this weeping trash out of my sight before—"
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"Emma?!"
A voice booms through the ballroom. It is a voice of absolute authority, but right now, it is laced with deep astonishment and pure rage.
