Chapter 4 - The Groom's Mandate
"Stop making a scene, Evelyn."
The voice cut through the air, crisp, arrogant, and devoid of warmth.
Andrew stood three feet away, looking down at them with a mixture of disgust and impatience. As the groom of the evening, his black tuxedo was tailored to perfection, a white orchid pinned neatly to his lapel. In his right hand, he held a half-empty glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid swirling gently as his fingers tightened around the stem.
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His face, usually polished for society magazines, was contorted into a mask of cold hostility. He looked at his former sister-in-law kneeling on the floor as if she were a spill that needed to be wiped away before the wedding reception officially began.
"You bring your child here uninvited, she sneaks into the bridal suite, and my mother's heirloom sapphire goes missing," Andrew continued, his tone dangerously calm as he glanced around to ensure the audience was listening. "We all know how desperate you've been since my brother died. But using a child to cover your theft is a new low, even for you."
