Part One
She was left at the altar. As everyone murmured, her millionaire boss approached slowly, leaned in, and whispered, “Play along. Pretend I’m the groom.
He’s been waiting like an idiot for two hours. Music. I’d bet anything that coward bailed.”
Sophia squeezed her fingers against the half‑open door of the ballroom, fighting the urge to run.
The gravelly voice of her Uncle Frank cut through the stifled laughter of the group that had formed near the bar. Two hundred people were gathered at the Ritz‑Carlton in New York City, and she could hear every whisper as if they were shouting directly into her ear. “Poor thing.
Can you imagine the humiliation?” a female voice Sophia couldn’t identify said. “All that money Gerard spent on the banquet, the flowers, the orchestra, and the groom didn’t even have the courage to show up.”
A choked laugh. Another.
And then another. The entire hall seemed to vibrate with barely concealed morbid curiosity. Sophia closed her eyes, trying to breathe, but the corset of her wedding dress was strangling her.
Every inhalation hurt. Every second that passed sank her deeper into an abyss she didn’t know how to escape. “I saw him this morning,” someone blurted out with that juicy, gossipy tone people relished.
“He posted an Instagram story. He was at the airport, JFK, Terminal 4—international flights. No, seriously, the guy left the country.
Are you kidding me? He went to Vegas with his buddies. Here’s the proof, check my phone.”
The murmur grew into a wave, carrying with it nervous giggles, feigned gasps of surprise, and increasingly merciless comments.
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