I was standing in my wedding dress, just minutes before walking down the aisle, when the man I loved looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you. My parents are categorically against such a poor daughter-in-law.”

erupted.

Mrs. Vale pointed at me furiously. “She stole from us!”

I laughed softly.

The sound cut through the chaos like glass.

“No, Elise,” I said calmly. “I documented what you stole.”

Then the giant ballroom screen flickered alive.

June had timed everything perfectly.

Mrs. Vale’s recorded voice echoed through the ballroom speakers.

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