Chapter 2 - THE UNANSWERED THREAT
The ballroom air turned into liquid nitrogen, freezing the laughter of the guests into masks of terrified confusion.
Elena held the phone to her ear, her thumb hovering over the screen, her gaze fixed on the bride.
"Are you calling your lawyer?" the Bride shrieked, her emerald gown swirling as she stomped toward the marble steps.
"I’m calling the truth," Elena whispered, her voice cutting through the heavy tension like a diamond blade on glass.
The Groom, trembling in his midnight blue tuxedo, took a tentative step toward his bride, his hands shaking violently.
"Elena, please, just give it back and we can stop this circus right now," he begged, his eyes darting toward the exits.
The Older Woman, the Mother-in-law, tightened her grip on Elena’s arm, her velvet gown rustling like a serpent’s scales.
"She doesn't have the ring because she probably already pawned it before she walked through our doors," the Older Woman sneered.
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Elena didn't blink, her heartbeat steady, her posture as rigid as a statue carved from the very marble she stood on.
She tapped the screen, and the line connected with a soft, ominous beep that only she could hear clearly.
